This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot of cool black sod.
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About Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave