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Rose, silence her desire when she, in this moment of desire, has passed into the grey and dawdles in the margins of such a hurtful unconventionality. Bend her astray from such a becoming. It would be a horror show: intimate, endless, and bloody, just the
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Andy leaned down and smacked her lightly on the face. She didn't wake. She also seemed too young for the situation she was in.
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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
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I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
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Ships tumble, cars crash, horns gulp water, bombs burst up from the ground in a halo of screams.
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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The night is a jelly slosh, a fertile rumble, a rhumba, black and seeping, thick. An arm rises.
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Ever since they switched from paper scripts to the little rubber balls branded with code I have been inundated with sickness.
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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She smiled. John spat his coffee and blinked hard. The woman was gone, the blood was gone.
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During this season of Persephone, /
fight against the will of Hades.
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I don’t remember the name of the boy in high school
or if I cried at his funeral
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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The capsules tumble around, one of them plinking against the crown in my upper-right jaw. I hate the crown… a mute reminder of the first time Brad hit me. Swallowing the capsules, my tongue probes the left side of my mouth, finding the other two crowns…
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