February 2012
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Escape the Physical
We made a conscious decision to ignore it forever, forsaking reality for one we could explore forever.
Telling stories around a campfire, we were entranced. The embers crackled at each other, but no war is forever.
Her eyes filled with shock at the knife in her chest. She gasped for breath, her body wanting more forever.
He laughed. She smiled. Work could wait another hour. They were in love with...
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Misguided Expectations
We once believed in a world sprawling with infinite possibility. The promises given to us of tomorrow foretold something far greater than what we are left with. Those dirty promises polluted us, filling our heads with empty fairytales. As they begin to fall we have nothing to help us hold our ground. As the stars crash to the earth a people stand, defiant in the face of infernal wrath, holding out...
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We May Never Speak Again
I don’t bother to think twice when I tell a lie where I assess that no one should be bitter. As long as every muscle contracts to make my arms and legs move I barely notice any hiccups in their steps along the way. I believe I am like this today because Her Royal Fuck-up, mother, showed me how I could remove my conscience, ignoring facts. She told her family she loved us – her body is a seizure,...
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Time as She Saw Fit
My phone would ring at erratic times every single night without fail. “Do you know the time?” mother would ask so quietly. “I don’t,” was all I could muster.
Every day the same ringing buzzing away from my desk. “It’s ten o’clock dear,” she growled. The time on my wall was all wrong. She made me believe her every word.
“It’s six-fifteen. Fix your clock,” her voice rang in my head. She had no real...
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The Last Time
We refused to say goodbye, justifying future outings. Door closed, leaving her. Forgot a picture. Driving on lightless streets under a starless sky, I tried to remember the sound of her voice, an echo distorting and fading the farther I got.
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Months of Waiting (edited)
Each drop of rainwater collected, forming into veins on the window. Our fingers glided along the glass, pumping the heart, sending blood and life through the streaks of water that followed our touch. Heartbeats grew rapidly until the veins connected, and warm bodies met, leaving only her hand in mine.