Awake.
Dried out.
Raw Soft Palate.
Body aches.
Lips cracked.
/\/\
Fitful,
Mad dreams.
Family I detest –
Then war against fantasy.
This time,
My subconscious?
Gave me a snub-nosed revolver!!
Ten loose bullets.
To use on;
Monsters.
Orbital Bombardments.
Vehicular slaughter.
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Fuck me.
