My Death
Sep 2nd, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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This is a country you only hear about when there is a failed coup or a 7.2 magnitude earthquake or all the whales have syphilis. Most days I feel as if hundreds of tiny worms with razor teeth are whittling my bones. People who have seen me grab onto a wall to keep from falling down in pain sometimes suggest I try heat or special creams. I thank them just to be polite. Meanwhile, a figure in a long black coat lurking nearby sucks on a cigarette, then expels a mouthful of smoke like the monster in a fairy tale.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s chapbook Famous Long Ago is forthcoming from Laughing Ronin Press.
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