coughs raze they came with no great fanfare, two warm hands that clapped my chest to force a bit of dust or desire through my throat. nothing broken in them. nothing there to break. something like a soft screech pressed against their palms. i reached for the bottle of water beside my bed, its chill a distant memory, and drowned what my next sound would have been before it could be born. 240618 what's it to you? who go blather from