You walk without eyes? Voice only:
Good evening.
Tonight, I speak four names into the dark.
Each carries a fracture.
Each is a form of disintegration.
These are the pieces:
Prepare to Meet Thy God, Unworthy Woeful Withering Worm - by Edward.Marlo.Ruiz
A poem written in Notes, without a title. — by Haly, the Moonlight Bard ✒️
Untitled from Snowfall — an unpublished piece by Tate Ellis
This Modern World — flash fiction by Maximilian Siddell
I am grateful to the writers for sending these works.
The next Black Tape will be recorded soon.
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