Two coca cola caps stare out from within the darkness of “the shelter” where the graffiti grew gruesome after the alcoholic bum was found dead. It could’ve been a friend’s fault who later gets tugged along then below the shallow surface of mucky waters, his face transformed or smothered by a blurring bag or suffocating burlap. Girlfriends come and go but beside the carnival one always waits and watches, eyes glimmering unnaturally as if the outlines of glasses proved to be some alien’s or inhuman lifeform’s true sense of sight.
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