the drains of heaven

           1-2-3-4-5 // 5-4-3-2-1. COUNT YOUR FINGERS // SREGNIF RUOY TNUOC. it wasn’t quite the eldritch landscape he’d envisioned ; paperwork where he’d imagined test tubes, peeling browns instead of carmine stained whites. asylums were losing their edge, it seemed. ❛ erm, hey. ANOTHER loony, eh ? ❜ he knew the boy’s type, he lived in the same ethanol-sweat & parchment-thin skin. he’d earned identical glances from voracious adults as they vowed to pick the shrapnel ( her shrapnel ) from his flesh —— even as they tugged their marionette strings, sinking barbs into his mind. ❛ whatcha in here for ? ANOTHER case of the glorious family unit gone horribly wrong ? ❜ beneath the galaxies of carnivorous freckles he’d etched an smirk. they’d need to be allies, it seemed, as they began their descent down this analgesic rabbit hole. for they were ten & too young to be so bedeviled...