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Do The Damage

He says venomous things that have a life and a barbed stinger of their own. They fly unerring, pierce the skin, and cannot be removed. They poison, and she is shot full of them easily, a soft target, large and … Continue reading

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  1. J. A. Panian says:

    Oh wowch. I quite viscerally feel the sting of this one.
    You have well-conveyed a thing that I know well.

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The Funniest Part

The funniest part is watching them crawl, thinking if they push hard, if they try hard, if they do it just right, if they dance for the gods above them that they will be elevated, that they will be lifted … Continue reading

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Dangerous Beauty

Everything once whole now shattered all around me, broken glass and sharp edges, all angles, all glittering light bouncing and reflecting becoming something glimmering and somehow solid a field of diamonds oh how I wish just for once to be … Continue reading

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Don’t Talk

I don’t talk about it; I like to talk about it, I’d like to talk about it, but I don’t talk about it. I don’t talk about it because of the look on everyone’s face. The look that means disappointment. … Continue reading

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Who Needs To Be Revived

It is spring that revives, even as the world begins to claw its way out from under the suffocating blanket of so many things better left unsaid why in fact don’t we all just stay in the cold in the … Continue reading

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