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Page 18 — Benicio Isandro


behind schedule


behind schedule
our driver takes us to the
wrong century


organs and limbs
hermetically packaged
immortality


claws tear
through steel walls
empty cell


hyperdrive
my face buried in
barf bags


warning
insufficient memory
to download consciousness


Benicio Isandro

Benicio writes speculative flash fiction and poetry inspired by all things spooky, paranormal, and occult. When he’s not haunting the bloody benches of medical labs by day, you can find Beni gently tapping away at his keyboard.