Something about chaos theory.
Dancing with my shadow.
Deep drags on cigarettes until I’m noxious. Sick in the stomach. Chest.
Spun around a few times.
Cast the circle thrice.
A stranger stops me and says I dropped sixty dollars.
Something about chaos theory.
Dancing with my shadow.
Deep drags on cigarettes until I’m noxious. Sick in the stomach. Chest.
Spun around a few times.
Cast the circle thrice.
A stranger stops me and says I dropped sixty dollars.