Session LXVII

Set afire by mythical flames. The irony.

The hospital sheets are scratchy.

I itch, but I dare not scratch.

It is dark and I see fire. So much fire. No matter whether my eyes are open or closed, there is nothing but this impossible flame licking me.

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Session LXVII

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