Paintings on the walls
By Athanatos
The walls, are loud. My thoughts, they. Stifled. Don’t.
Head hurts. It.
Wait.
Why am I here?
I don’t. Remember?
My head hurts.
The walls are loud.
The paintings. Right. The paintings. They.
Did. Something.
But what?
My head hurts. When I try
to remember.
Wait.
My friend.
They.
.
...
What. about my friend?
There was something.
Something.
Something. Important.
Something about the paintings.
Something about the walls.
They.
They had...
A hunger.
But a hunger for what?
What happened here?
To my friend?
To...
Me?
I can’t remember.
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