And one day it will resurface. One day, the chains will break and it will rise up again. Floating gently. Laughing mercilessly. Making you run for cover.
But where will you hide?
The sound of a fast train. The smallness of the room. The not-so-broken bones.
It's everywhere.
You can't hide a dead body forever, even in the wide blue ocean. It will rise up.
Up.
Up.
Up.
But where will you hide?
The sound of a fast train. The smallness of the room. The not-so-broken bones.
It's everywhere.
You can't hide a dead body forever, even in the wide blue ocean. It will rise up.
Up.
Up.
Up.
1 comment:
whose body is this?
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