Sisyphus, Mid-Flight, by Leah Bobet
the trouble is: behind him,a crowd of whispers saysyou can, it is of worth, you can. do you not see how sick i amdo you not see what happenedto all the other chances, this body,this heart. the grass roadsidehas gone from green to brown.do you not see the waste heatthat’s become of me there’s good […]
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