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elephantasma
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
Literature
Outmoded
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like
Literature
Save The Last Dance
Emily sat, quiet and alone in a corner, waiting for the evening's last song to begin. She watched the immaculate boys prowling the dimly lit room, chatting up pretty girls in hope of securing companionship. No one wanted to be alone.
Emily wasn't like those girls. She'd been beautiful once, in her own way. A rising star perhaps, soon to be debutante, but never quite comfortable in that skin. Her socialite parents, always considering their daughter more ornament than offspring, hired the finest of artisans to re-craft her after the accident. She was a masterpiece, a fine blend of flesh with fantasy; her own body augmented and elaborated upon
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I'm okay to let go now.
There is closure.
There is also God,
but he's been there all along.
Have you missed him as well?
Tear the hell out of it, please.
There is closure.
There is also God,
but he's been there all along.
Have you missed him as well?
Tear the hell out of it, please.
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congrats on your UA feature
much much deserved
much much deserved