Drop

A bottle of eye drops lost in the thin dark under her passenger seat is just missed by her fingertips. The caffeine in her blood makes the edges of her vision blur and the music sound like static in her brain. She never could predict the rain or locate where to go with simple directions. […]

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Forget

Selling everything for temporary comfort, and feeling empty for lack of excitement. These parallel houses stare each other down with sad eyes constructed with the placement of their blinds. They tell you repeatedly that you were born to be of use to those around you, but only through the channels that they approve of. They […]

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What’s Left

They push wet sand together into the shape of a human and listen to the music on the radio. It’s mostly just some old shit from the thirties, and the digital clock just flickers on its zeros. Soft tides cut into their creation’s ankles slowly wearing it down until it collapses. They let the falling […]

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Gray Moths And The Cold Moon

She is sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch, watching the the pure gray moths look for places to hide, and she is trying to make herself have a realization. Sometimes she wished she could hear everything dying around her because if nothing else it would potentially make her used to it. When […]

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Tomorrow

Streetlights get tangled up in tree branches making shadows that look like you did in the dark. I chase those silhouettes with my eyes hoping not to lose sight of them as my car rounds corners on the roadway. The radio is nothing but overblown warnings about the storm to the west, and how it’s […]

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Tendons

She is holding her hips and complaining about how her back hurts. They lean against the wall together and look into the same book, wide open in his hands. The heavier the burden the more likely the tendons in their knees will slowly pull apart, and leave them on the ground in all the pain. […]

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Ostrich Enclosure

Walking out of the tunnel there’s an enclosure for some ostriches. They pull feathers out of their sides which draws blood that dries black and sticks tightly to their skin. While hoping for time they all work away their darker thoughts, and do everything they can to coat the walls in apathetic glances. In desperation […]

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