Hypervolemia

How do I know if I’m one of those people? The clouds are plush purple wholly water. The morning boils with questions like a child in a new land. It’s all new to them: questions, answers, it’s all the same to them. But you didn’t want answers, or at least not anymore. Why not? With a fracture, bone pierces brain. There’s a certain beauty in bruising as it rushes in — the flush of release, the flash of stars when the brain smashes into the back of the skull. Flesh is stones on a beach that low tide relinquishes....

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