his feet moved across a red night near the end of knowledge

he saw his friends covered in round water droplets that the light played with

all that he adored glistened and shone brightest

there was no taste in his recently sterilized mouth until he put a spoonful of honey up against its roof then turned the spoon upside down and pressed it against his tongue

then he closed his eyes and collapsed, fevered

and dreamt about collapsing from fever



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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