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There is a rustling in the leaves, a man is about to slit his throat. his throat. his knees. slit his throat and knees. He reaches in the leaves. There is a creature
skin shaped
star twigs
scar the top of his feet
twigs fall in his hair
tea
There is a rustling, outside, in the leaves: outside the tent there is a man.
He slits the throat of a red bird. a red bird dead on the ground. Its chest opens. the wind. The wind outside is a throat, red bird. – silence, morning. The dead girl. Hands behind her back, symbols of Thane and the Monster. He found her, drew her body before he forgot –
A man, cloaked. the leaves. taste them, the blood of a bird. Man with a knife. Tea foretold the bird.




hands

over hands

bones




ashes, remembers his father



thebody



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remembers rain, the desert, bird in the tent.

leaves.
teeth.

















A star: warning sirens go off.