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…His cup topples from the bench and twists its way to a violent death at the hands of the floor. A sea of tea exploded from all sides, as the porcelain slammed into the hard polished concrete floor, and shatters from one end of the room to the other. Cory looks over to Freddy, and…
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…“Pink doesn’t suit you, not like the red did,” Sally says with a wry smile across her lips as he thrusts two legs into the air and leans back against Randy’s mutilated corpse. “You’re just jealous that I can pull off a feminine colour like pink, while you’re stuck flannelette shirts and gumboots!” “At least…
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A quotation of constant repetition,Misaligned structures,Stars fading from the night,A want left fading,Gasoline a blazing,Time stepping on,Focused words,A moment lost,Forgiveness pleading into right,Nonsense written in the sky,Cheers given,Succulent sickens,The horrors shown,The drugs taken,Marvels untold,A world opens,Tomorrow was never today,Like yesterday no longer matters…
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my serpentine self,twisting around my spin,relenting,unforgiving,I am held in a moment,tightly wound like a spring about to snap,wickedly winding around and around,one as one,defiance not found,my stomach,my soul,pushed down,not sound,peace not found…
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She shoved,Solved and shovelled,A wicked smile,Turned the sky bright,I told the sun to back away,Lamented stories,Painful but true,From lips to ears it’s journey was sung,Places changed,Faces gone,Names were different,But the deeds were all the same,Failed kisses,Bloody delight,Blades a merry,We are,I am,Why fight…
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spiralling outward,with no direction,looking for ejection,not affection,my body the betrayer,confidence slayer,I want some release,I want some peace,freedom from these waves,repetitive self-insignificance,my binaural burning,poleaxed by my innards,twisted inside me,never being free…
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…“I never wanted you to be just another one of my victims, but yet here we are, wallowing in a sea of red,” Javier says through trembling lips as he cradles Monica’s pale corpse in his hand, while tears cascade down his face. He gently brushes the dirty hair from her face and strokes her…
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….Franklin staggers forward several feet, before tumbling forward into the sea of red that has formed from the waterfall that flows from his gut. “Who would’ve thought that in the end patience WAS a virtue,” Henrique sneers with a muffled laugh as he drops to his knees and takes in several exhausted breaths. “Fifteen years,…
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…The ship arches forward as it’s sails are filled with a fierce gust of wind, propelling her forward at speeds once thought impossible. Davy looks over to Shaun with a broad smile across his sun-dried lips, “I TOLD YOU! I KNEW! HOPE IS OURS! THE WIND HAS FINALLY COME TO SAVE US AS SHE PROMISED!”…
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unknown,the deviations of the selfless clone,inside he waits,to venture out,a mask set in the stone of some,a window,my self in denial of self,winter comes and summer goes,my serpent spent,the miracle no more,I stammer,I stutter,I fall back down,Jerusalem flavours come to mind,a birth of a forsaken child,the son,the visage,the never been,I cast you out,I feed you…
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closing in,no escape,contractions washing over me,like a pool of sweat,a sea to breathe,my self lost,in this fantasy,I want release,for it to go,but it’s not ready,it won’t let go,a rock back and forth,foetal if i could,begging for the ending,begging for release!
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…“Pale in comparison, that is what I said,” Snake hisses through clench jaw. “Really?” Clive scoffs. “You think you are something I should fear?” “I think you should count all the bodies that stand against you for what they are, red flags, revolutions, and penance. We are the many, and we are the ONE!” he…
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…The light blinks five or six times before glowing as bright as a newborn star, revelling a sea of shadow figures surrounding Damon, with Christoph at the forefront. “Hello little brother, miss me?” he asks with a swagger Damon had not seen before in his brother. “I-I-I, I didn’t even realise you w-were gone.” The…
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painful insipid worm,that holds me in its thrall,burning me from inside,not want to get out,a yearning unimaginable,its impossibility to be,wanton nestling creates,packing in my spleen,wishful thinking,a dare to dream,sunset too far away,I wait to want,but need to see,the devil inside me…
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a body in turmoil,pulsating resorts,a battle within,fighting against nature,as softness ain’t one,a hardness inside,as the waste won’t come out,a furnace of fury,sweat drenched as i fight,motions not my own,I want to give in,but I struggle against my body,for I cannot lose control,I choose my own path,wanting it to pass,a battle within,pulsating resorts,a body in turmoil…
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…Leo smiles broadly and nods his head in rhythmic fashion while pointing a finger towards David. “You almost had me,” he says with jovial jest. David smiles nervously. “W-W-What gave me away?” “That FUCKING smile,” he spits as he thrusts his hand into the air. “That FUCKING smarmy arsed smile ain’t the smile of some…
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…“Rose coloured glasses don’t always overlook the desperate and unforgivable, they just dress them up in bright coloured flares and some long hair,” Janice sings with a wry smile across her lips, as she dances whimsically around the vacant lot, weaving and dodging, until she finally comes to a stop in front of the kneeling…
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stuck,not pushing,don’t push,waste not wasting away,hoping for the relief that never comes,so far away,I can’t take it,waves up itself,a perpetual motion,that won’t move,a wasted fortress,holding on,inside with no release,the pressing sides of the body’s kingdom,waste not wasting away,don’t push,not pushing,stuck…
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water into wine,like in the proverbs,it’s something unkind,like lying in the movies,you try to show the way,but haven’t got the words,to paint the sky with colours,set the mother right,with a catastrophic warning,the darkness of insanity,bleeds into the daylight,of a world gone insane,beneath the fated birthright,of a line given to chance,flippant in its display,a life gone…
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…Gerry clenches his teeth and drives the blade deep into Luke’s stomach, staring deep into his eyes as the life leaks from his stomach. “Y-Y-You b-b-ba…” But his words are cut short as Gerry pulls the knife free, and drives it back in several more times, then once his thirst is quenched, he lets the…