

Propaganda for Monsters The screen door hangs on hinges more rust than metal.Propaganda for Monsters by ~tryp2mine
Inching closer to collapse as I slam it, the door shudders from the force of what little strength I am able to summon. The fly caught in the wire torn and rusted buzzes futility, and I feel more or less the same. I collapse in a slump of denim and week-old stubble, and dawn wraps its fingers above the horizon and around the yard. Dew is nature's first layer but sunlight stays there longer, still nothing but a passing visitor compared to how long I've been in this place.
I straighten cigarettes and smoke them. I squint my eyes and see through them, and through a strange haze I'm sure onl
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