"In my picture-perfect mind, I drew the outlines of a world made for easy breathing. I obsessed over this sketch: V-90."
"The regiment arose from its seat, uprooted from the cradle of scrap left beneath the Contrivance Corps. This is where the Bod-E lies. This is where my soul resides."
"My makeshift arm fires when a distant alarm resonates through my mind, revolving memory and momentum as bullets meet teeth."
- afm
1 comment:
v90X! v8?
rock the cradle of scrap.
bullets meet teeth. ha.
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