>>5966061>I hug the horrible faces and wrap their plastic arms around meThe memories of youth are too painful to bear.
The face suffers and breaks grows wrinkled and fleshy features, rotting off memories, the baby gets dragged to the shadows, trembling of coldness and trespassing the mouth of the supermarket, the baby is spit into the parking lot, the spirits have unmade themselves in the process.
You spaced the supermarket, leaving your cradle behind. Its the middle of the night and your mother is nowhere to be seen. The wind of the desert makes you tremble, the spirit's solitude makes you tremble, the desert is cold and terrible.
The ancestors sleep besides you, death and dry, mummified defeated whispers that cant be heard. Pheraps your feats are enough to keep them witnessing.
What do you do in the parking lot, alone, and cold, Caramel?
