Month: February 2017

In the bird’s throat

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Poisoned— Again!

My arm is weaker than usual. It keeps slipping off the laptop keyboard. Have I been drugged? Quick. Think. What did I consume last? Media. Of course. Social media.

I seem to have a talent for being poisoned. First my sister. Now the media? Who— what, can I trust?

The owner of a convenience store once let me off the hook for ten cents. I can trust him.

The sky is black. So black it is almost dark.

Signing off for now.

Lily.