Elephant Corpse House


Voices in the trees. I am lost in the jungle. Captured and questioned by militia. They don’t believe I could’ve survived for so long.

I am rolling over barbed wire. I bleed onto it.
A wooden house structure draped in the rotting corpse of an elephant.
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My jeans are old and I leave them in a theatre backstage. Marc throws them away. I am sad but realise they were ruined.
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