wood, you.
chewing on a soured handful of cherry candy, i figure i would be better off living in the in a cage of whalebone.
pinocchio in the stomach of a whale, feeling the bite of acid gently on wood, on, slowly on it would go. and at night you'd lie awake pressed against the nearness of systole and diastole. lie awake feeling the thum thump. lie, lie, lie by yourself, to yourself until your nose grew and grew and grew and/
sliced up through the whale's throat spearing it like a merciless harpoon and then the waves would come and beat and beat and beat and oh and oh the ships-
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