all three nights
are short anectodes
too short
for a retelling
but enough for the incident
three nights
one each betided a week after
a fiery ruckus
in a stall along the highway towards home
a flooded aisle
in a bridge on the way home
a gushing of mud and soil.....so orange...so heart-thumping
in the middle of two bridges as i and we was stuck on a jeepney once more
worrying to be early arriving at home
Filed under dengeki daisy | hn. your pen's toilet
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