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Metaxy

by Nathaniel Heely

“Hey,” he tells you. “Wake up. It’s time for group.”

You were dreaming about death though you don’t know just what death is. There’s yellowing spit on the pillow and you reek of Marlboro Reds. Every time you’ve been here they’ve always given you the same room. 109. It is an expected occurrence, your life is full of rhythm; a pendulum between poles. You postulate that they give you the same room because they want you to feel that you are meant to be here; that there is purpose and order even at your rock bottoms. Continue reading

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