doctor – Jordyn Saelor

play pretend

I had something nice in the city, nice enough I was grateful for the safety, the steady work, the food that didn’t poison me,

19- Doctor don’t care (about) [how to get rid of guilt]

Is my appearance why the patients gawk, Dr. Mizto asked, motioning to their torso. Yeah, probably, I said, but it’s not your middle that’s the issue

Borderline Bapple Bong

So there was a turf war. And it’d been six weeks, not just a couple—yes, the skyscrapers stood for that long. And no one called anything “rioting” anymore. And the questionnaire was about

Box Boy, Boil Boy

I left the realm of snow and ice the second time, returned to the forest around Brisbane and followed Dr. Mizto by the odor of brimstone