Roil“Roil,” was all he would say but
after all
he was in a cave full of bones still decaying flesh on some of them In a cave the sun never shines but a hungry rat can fly like superman and nothing lasts for too long rats make quick work of time “Roil.” Not rail nor roll nor oil. “Henry? Are you in there?” Her voice echoes choes hoes cold old shapeless stones speak a parody of her concern for “Henry? Are you hungry, Henry?” Posted: Thu - June 19, 2008 at 02:01 PM |
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