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Oh, how scary it was when it first began, all blood and shadow and bone and sand.

today i met a man with no eyes, who was interesting to see he wore argyle and satin, with an unkempt beard and blisters from the sun his hands shook when he walked, and his fingers were stained with gold from cigars this man with no eyes was so interesting to see, and to hear, as he coughed smoke with wheezing laughter and told stories about places that didn't exist and described colors that nobody'd ever seen

i do not look out my window. there are butterflies all around the car. soft, inviting colors seep into my vision through the corner of my eye, the flutter of paper thin wings seemingly defying the constant noise of the idling car engine and reaching my ears. i do not look out my window. they must be beautiful, i think. they must be enchanting. they're probably very small. really cute, i bet. it's frightening. i do not want to see the butterflies. i do not look out my window. instead, i stare straight ahead at the rear of the passenger seat, waiting for my mother to return to the car with my refilled prescription, the one that will make th