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Flood me with boiling water. Drown me in cosmetics. Destroy me with antibiotics. I am your drowsy, irritable, self-conscious monster. I am your life now. I am your midday and midnight. Your ‘laying awake at night.’ Your ‘missing an appointment.’ Your ‘wearing your hoodie up when entering the shop.’ Your ‘not talking to anyone for an entire week.’ Your ‘driving down the motorway.’ Your ‘car crash.’
Tiny glass shards fell from the pockets of a red-faced corpse as the paramedics slumped it in a bag on the hard shoulder of the M1.
About Greg Seed
Greg is a young writer from London who is currently studying for a Creative Writing degree at University. He has submitted work to various prose and poetry magazines before.
