The Zinc Solution:

Strolling through the closet, one found a glimpse of
floral delights. There was a light the size of the
head on a pen. One looks into the light to find
another peering at them.

Found in fetal position surrounded by a choir of
ghosts unleashed from his bleeding ears. The sounds of
a possibility as yet seen struggle to penetrate his
being. Unsure of what the voices want, he stands to
his feet to begin the journey. Out into the distance
of a chilly September evenings air he is blinded by
the wavering sounds. He can feel the presence of the
one who found him but he can no longer speak a known
language. For he is captured in a state of dusk.

Just beyond this, she walks her apartment naked.
Contemplating whether or not she should do her
laundry.


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