Dripping (pt. 1)

The dripping. The dripping from the roof unto the hard paved floor was what woke me up. Constant dripping, the interval of time between the maddening ticks did not change. It appeared to have been dripping since the dawn of the awful place, as the place where the water dripped onto had eroded into a... Continue Reading →

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