The stout sweaty man combed his goatee like a cat as I approached.  
Once upon a time I wrote about him, and then he came true.

A blue fairy tale book stuffed with transparent unicorns, scrawled with scriptures (oh, he was holy alright), traced castles and deer.  On his way to see the doctor, he said.  I'll show him what I've done.

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 I had an idea once.

A dense warm fog passed onto your spine.  Oh, your bones.  How I envy them.

Flesh twitching, kicking; a dormant collapse.

Awake, I press words soundlessly into those skeletal notches.  
Just to try them on.

You'll never know.

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 I pretended I was at the ocean when I was sitting by the lake the other day.
The ocean pretended it was with you

 There's a hole in my soul where the wine used to go.

I was walking down Shuniah Street toward my parents' house.  There was a beautiful view of the city all around me.  I could see forests filled with pine trees and the skyline, which included silhouettes of large buildings. Everything was so clear.  I looked toward a mountain and there was a small orange spark, and seconds later, fire tore through ( Read more... )

Second skins tossed at the end of my bed.  I'm sleeping under it now and it reveals more than my flesh ever could ( Read more... )

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The red organ deep below my belly makes my brain fill with tears that won't escape. And so I take my camera and put on my boots and I sit in my yard in the middle of the night, knowing full well the neighbours are spying through their windows. And, I. Don't. Care.


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