Consequence

Consequence

by ben murphy illustration by raquel lewin

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The haze is finally gone, Vanished with the bang of a gun And an upset stomach. It twirled and swirled its way through night till daybreak, When the crimson sun arrived again Raining hellfire down on this parasitic host.

But it is gone. For now.

Until the pressure of the moment builds haziness Back into the eyes of the subject. Until the world decides that this man Needs more poison in his bloodstream.

Then it will return with a fiery vengeance; The wrath of the ten thousand grains of sand It took to make the bottle.