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Is This Your Barren Land?
She drinks her coffee black at room temperature. She says that it reminds her of the time you ran your fingers up and down her thighs, your teeth on her neck, your, eyes on her soul and every movement, stale. Like cof… -
Footprints
Midnight comes slowly stepping through the parlor trying not to wake the person in the other room. Silently the stars whisper to themselves about the day that came before the night, and underneath the floorboards th… -
Alice Falling
Alice sees the other end of the falling space she's falling from she's falling to the end, her end she sees a light and it's a rainyday. Reminds her of elephants. She sees and hears and talks to rabbits sometimes, but… -
Ravens
Sometimes you huddle in the darkest corner of my mind, and as I watch the light play around your silhouette I wonder what you're thinking. I wonder if you're happy. Morning brings the sound of cellos and I'm standing in… -
The Steps We Took (Out Amongst the Dead)
There are skulls in this chamber. There are skulls and bones and the bones are dry and brittle and the skulls have once had lights behind their eye sockets. In this chamber, death rises from the floor like mist, and bir… -
What Does Not Live
It was a pastel world of blues and whites, of sandy shores and cliffs. The surf would rise and fall in shades of pale plumed velvet, carpeting the sand and mimicking the silence of the air. On one cliff, there was a cast…
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