The Sun was a crushed pill on a cracked blue glass table streaked in white strokes of misfortune.
Fingertips tingled nostalgic.
Francelle washed up on the bed like a corpse drenched in oceanic sweat, eyes floating in a black sea of uncertainty, chaos.
She stepped over the sprawled body of Lilith
Half-conscious and drowsy and sat on a broken toilet seat.
Releasing chemical waste.