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I am the shell left behind by your bullet, trying to define my own empty spaces. I am a cowardly victim in love with doubt. Silence hangs like a broken lamp. In a dim reflection, like a faded memory, you calmly took out my eyes. Tiny follicles strain to refuse your icy grasp on my arms. I feel cornered and isolated. Whispering, a message is lost. Cruelty, tonight like a distant train, makes a faint sound and vanishes. A broken light switch comes to mind, and a door knob that will not turn. In...

A glassy coating covers my eyes and I cannot see through it. A cloud of thoughts, noises, people, fears, and shards of light engulfs me; it is too thick to swim through. Walls block out the light, walls block out the air. I cannot breathe. Will the walls come down? I fall asleep again, afraid of the moment when I wake up. Words cannot express how I feel anymore, so I resign myself to dream (I escape – we escape.) My fingers claw at the bed when I cannot sleep. There can be no better dr...

My soul, the birdhouse. Broken-winged angels reside. Healed, they fly away.

Pipes scale walls in empty apartments, said to be haunted by the spirits of people hung by rafters for sheer joy. The boredom within this instant could drive endless centuries of progressive thought, each ending with a red-cone-blinking-light and a sign. It solemnly reads, “Dead End.” Instead, a single device offers peace in place of fruitless thought. It waits patiently, with dead circuits, powerless. Suddenly, a light stretched forth for a million eons, and countless sub-dimens...

Marching toward stability as if it is the sea, sinking into soft waters, basking in the sun. Forgetting dangerous excitement lurking, just behind a sunset of memory. To swim against the tide seems effortless for a single pellet of gluttony, but running in place is unthinkable to steady the unrelenting comfort. Take down the flags, rename the universe. It is only a rose by another name. Same thorns, same nauseating aroma browning in uninspired acceptance.