MY LUNAR SUICIDE
by William Pauley III
I drowned my ears in static, sitting beneath the giant moon on a night too cold to belong to August. My headphones served as both earmuffs and a way out, a way out of myself, even if only for minutes at a time. Noise poured out of the foamy speakers and burrowed deep into the folds of my brain, electrocuting, burning…
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