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Opera Limina: 'Works of the Threshold'


There's a boy on a bed and he wants to see the stars, but his window's fogged, and he wants to see the stars. In the morning, the way that the light falls through the window is etched on his soul and written in his veins, like the smell of his mother, or the taste of overcooked beef. The monster under his bed sometimes talks to him and tells him stories, and he dreams that he'll fall in love and it'll all be OK. Beyond his walls are spiders and black holes. Beyond his dreams is a home that feels like it isn't. God lives in his cupboard. He isn't allowed any toys. The boy is still there, bound to his bed, the monster doesn't talk anymore. Inside his walls are spiders and black holes, and nowhere is home, he is wrapped in agony, the light etched in his soul, a king with a broken crown.


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