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How Can The Heart

Stagger on like some hard-won racer still running, still moving long after the tape has been broken by a heaving-breast champion, a contestant begging for a match, crying for an equal, screaming for a connection. How can it know when … Continue reading

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    This makes me sad. I never give up on anything. Which is sad in and of itself.

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A Story About Fishes, part four

[part three] Hekka ran back and forth on the muddy shore, barking, while Tiri stood at the edge, looking down into the dark, cold water. “Excuse me! Excuse me? Are you all right?” She got down onto her knees and … Continue reading

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What They Make Us

The last city. The only way out. “Please,” the man begged. “Help. There are kids.” She stood there, headache a mile wide, marveling how far she’d come. I’m not a bomb, anymore, she thinks. I won’t make a crater unless … Continue reading

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Scatter Falling Stars

pulse of the nightclub, blood at her feet boots slickslide against the tile she dances, she dances in the carnage of herself that she has left behind all those loves all those lives those four folders became five, and ten, … Continue reading

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  1. araneus1 says:

    Love the image of the cigarette falling
    Terry

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What Will We Take

What will we remember from this time? Will it be like every other heartbreak? Will it be like every other misery, ten, twenty, two hundred years down the road? Will time dull the sharp pieces, wear down the razor edges, … Continue reading

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    They’re all big bastards. You don’t even have a choice in the matter.

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