Vespers
New writing from "No Safety: A Book about Nico"
A note, a single piercing tone inside the head. The sound of tables and chairs being overturned in the distance. Muffled shouts and screams. A massacre in the refectory, a carve-up in the canteen. Double Trouble decked in gore and holding Orne’s head aloft like a glittering prize. I felt myself cum as the noise died down and the vision melted away. Everything became one. I thought of McNaughten, that he was here too. Everything was here.