Friday, August 1, 2014

Bastards!

It was just a trickle at first. Soon, it became a flow. It was beyond my control now. As the trespassing continued, I began losing my bearings.
"Get out of my head! You don't belong here," I heard myself yelling. “Hell we do,” they replied in chorus, “we are the bastards of your fertile imagination.”


As published in the blog 55WordStory on the theme "Citizens of no place"

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