Walk me to the Canberra Hospital
By Jacky Pearson
You think you keep hearing them fuck. Taunting moans ring through any and all noises now, haunted by that time you came home early. Clouded misplaced envy rings out your mind and body in a way that makes you hate both the 2017 version of you and the latest update. The last of your empathy lays stagnant in a shallow puddle. It all makes you want to throw up hungrily.