What can YOU say in six sentences?
Nights were the worst. Caffeine caught up, jittering his limbs, bulging his eyes as raw sewage gushed from metaphoric bowels, untreated memories he thought he’d repressed decades ago.
Bloody flashes and screams kept any rest for the wicked far beyond his grasp.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He had to laugh.
That would be the day.
Thanks for reading,
Milo in medias res