HELL'S JANITOR

The ceiling appeared porous. Instead of cement, its material was light, diaphanous. In fact, if I extended a forefinger, I could part it like a curtain.

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Leah Mueller
ROOT 66

Trust me, it’s not euphoria and bliss pulsing in and out of my body. It’s most often a melting anger alongside cackling surges of fear.

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Mark Blickley