somebody stood on his chest. somebody stitched his lips. somebody broke out the fucking waterboard. he sat down to piss. he stood up to rest. breaths like bubbles floated out to sea; their return traded for cars, houses, atolls. but every day the same: he filled with marbles & drowned. right there on top of the stairs.
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