I'm holding on to it inside me until it solidifies
Marking every hour that it stays in there on chalkboard surfaces
Wondering what it would become
A work of art or a stain on society
I can't sit any longer
Standing is my only option
It is not working
Exit
The Aftermath was not pretty
A abomination that needed to be exorcised by a priest
Abandoned to a life of seclusion
A second thought in my mind
