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Peace

I find peace in wrapped hands and sweat in my eyes, in the knowing grimmace and bent back, hands on thighs, of my neighbor, for a split second of eye contact, a too hot room, leather bags popping mix tape … Continue reading

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Spiders

The day spiders came crawling out of my veins, a processional forming ranks that spelled words and phrases in a pulsing mass of instinct and venom and senses beyond sight. That day I decided to be born into the world, … Continue reading

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Damocles

Damocles, I welcome your seat and the pounding in your chest. I will not beg Dionysius for magnanimity. This blade is far sharper, its edges more real than echoes cast by the wailing shades, chanting in the dying groves. I … Continue reading

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