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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.
