Category: Ancestral Trauma
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Remembering the Future

First, the peacocks came To remind me to glitch through time,And the field they rose from responds faster when I don’t hide. Strange birds on full displayfor how strange the future was.We purged our insides,Stumbled through the park. Watchers observed under a tree.Dressed like zombie doctors,covered in fake blood. I watch the watchers back. I wondered who…
