Quietly. Silently.
Inching. Inching forward. (floor-tile by floor-tile.)
Step on a crack, break you mother's back...
Quicken your pace.
Feel you heart racing. Racing.
Caffinated blood-flow pumping. Pumping.
Through nicotine-constricted roadways...
Filling up that empty space you once called a body.
Head spinning.
Spinning.
Spinning out of control...
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