My Private Hell

Running
Breath through my mouth
Burning twilight dust
Why not them?

I prefer this
I have to

gotta catch him
silent twilight spell
hell.
jump

hidden pitch-black hole
my place

my private drunken hell
my forest
my roadside

can't slip

no one to blame me

didn't cause it

didn't break it

didn't



steal



hide



change it

careful
loose rocks
hard gravel stone
can't slip

more private

broken

hell

Jazz!
Wait!
Don't-
You idiot!

grinning

laughing

doggy smile idiot
get back here!

There's my mother-
careful-
no, you're gonna-
he's-
careful-
you-

h-hey-
Jazz?
your

red
black
twilight
night
stars
blue sky
red sky

Jazz?
...Jazz?

I have to





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