Vain

Bleached to the bone, dragged through sand, he stalked through the shopping centre at night, clutching the knife in his pocketed hand. Chasing his own tail through rat-mazes of the mind, not even knowing what it is he wants to find. All in vain. There’s no deeper discovery, only more subtle clues and yet more pain.



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yeah, another cheesy oneword.

And yeah, I noticed the crummy tense-shift myself, too.

Ah well. Free-form and all that. Lawsuits welcome.