108 - Falling, White, Like Death

Published: Dec. 25, 2022, 2:28 a.m.

b'Those white\\u2026 flakes, they fall down. On this winter night, this cold, cold winter night, the White drifts gently down to blanket me. Each inhalation of it burns my insides worse, cuts me like icy glass.\\nAnd he looks down. It looks down, white too. No face, though I know it\\u2019s saying \\u2018I tried to warn you.\\u2019\\n--Written by Anthony Botelho.\\nSupport The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation.\\nThe Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w.\\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices'