THAT NIGHT, STEEPED BY BLOOD RIVER by Taylor Swietanski

please doctor please
waiting for your call

wicked won’t be alone

flowered road-side
left penny-eyed
comes down hard
worry on your head so you can’t eat
pill drown drench

remedy, bloody sea

ripping out old wallpaper, flowered

we all sign the book

shredded destroyed

another hospital trip

you visiting a flowered room

your hero past lying

with remain, lingerance

when you go down to the river
to dust remember, receive
& travel on it or
live cursed forever
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“A short series of dreamless vignettes where nothing but the signature you scrawl on the hotel room door is certain”
-Natalie Clayton, Rock Paper Shotgun
“Looks Like Nothing Else You’ve Played […], it’s a mindfuck like nothing else”
-John Walker, Kotaku