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An oceanic silence
Crushes the sounds
Of nightfall.
Heavy eyelids
Threaten to close
Against the last sliver of radiance
In the twilit air.
Quicksilver memories flash
Through the dark gray
Like lightning
And I wait,
Wait for the ether
To descend and surround me.
Crushes the sounds
Of nightfall.
Heavy eyelids
Threaten to close
Against the last sliver of radiance
In the twilit air.
Quicksilver memories flash
Through the dark gray
Like lightning
And I wait,
Wait for the ether
To descend and surround me.
Literature
plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
Literature
Reminiscing (abridged)
Shelly and Brad lay on the roof. The sun was nice and warm, but it wasn't too hot out.
"Pretty amazing we made it this far," she said, staring at the sky.
"Yeah. We've been through some crazy shit. Remember Denny?"
"Denny?" she asked. "You mean that guy we met up with in Greenwich Village at the start of the outbreak? Sure, I remember. He was pretty resourceful. A handyman's handyman."
"Yeah, he had that apartment boarded up solid in two hours tops. I barely made it back from running to the food store. It was chaos back then. Everyone running around, no one really knowing what to do or what was happening."
"True, it's definitely calmer n
Literature
An Exercise in Existing
From a shore, you watch.
Eyes dripping, contributing to an ocean as wide as space
and as deep as time.
There must be another side, another edge of this vast bowl.
And there is.
Some days you think you can see it, a haze on the far horizon,
like heat on a sidewalk or the hood of a car. You tilt your head,
eyes slit, watching the wavering lines like dancing brush strokes.
Other days, hazy days, there’s nothing more than the clouds
seeping into the water. One long swoop of grey blue green.
And on those days, with salted air sweeping across your face,
hair tangling like serpents, you can breathe again. Lungs ticking
back to life like
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