riding on the back of boredom

Sally was stuck in the belly of the beast again. Its name was Machine XV. It played a decayed song inside its bowels, pharmacy like a worn-out record. Scratched and skipped. Her eyes were hooked up to a Hallucinatory Engine. It played parts of her past mixed in with a miasma of shifting images. Trees stretched, the sky shrunk, grass grew too tall.

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