Festival, by Andrew Rivera

I salivate at its tale, it is a festive ale. A Test… it fails as I fall fast. Ill taste it till its vast still valeĀ alleviates its seal I feel. It feels as if its state fits evil itself. Still it is late … its vital. I live as IĀ taste set late as I let it sit still.

-Andrew Rivera

Featured in Vol. 3, Iss.1
Featured in Vol. 3, Iss.1
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