the alley verse
last night i dreamed of a bomb.
not a whisper, not a maybe — a real ticking under the silence.
everyone else told me i was imagining it.
“no ticking. no threat. it’s all in your head.”
i didn’t argue. i didn’t wait to be proven right.
i just walked away.
minutes later the world split open.
the blast was louder than anything i’ve ever heard —
louder than fallout nuketown, louder than denial itself.
and i was already gone.
the bomb was never the danger.
the doubt was.
and i don’t sleep where doubt lives.
so i wake, i scribble, i archive.
roach on the keys, raccoon in the alley.
not surviving the blast —
but laughing at the echo it leaves behind.
🐀🔥
🔥 graffiti tag:
“don’t tell me it’s imagination when i can hear the tick.”
“some of us don’t wait for proof — we move before the boom.”
#BearBlog #Boris #AlleyVerse #GraffitiOfTheReckoning #GlitchOS #GremlinProtocol