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The Sale. Part 7. A short story.

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The musty corridor receded into the darkness. Silas, holding his lighter aloft, turned and beckoned me to follow. I trailed him as he crept forward, sweeping dusty cobwebs from the way as he went. Before long we came to a ladder marking the end of the passage. It led up into the dark and down through a square-cut hole in the floor to the depths below. “We have a choice, sir,” said Silas, glancing up and down. “Which way do you suggest?” I eyed the ladder, touching the rungs gingerly; they were cold, metallic. “This ladder is made of metal. … Continue reading The Sale. Part 7. A short story.

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Dawn. A poem.

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Dawn peeks in through the blinds, seeking the one behind Laying here in bed, yet to face sun and sky Yet to feel the warmth and to stretch arms wide Yet to start the day, nothing changed by the night No miraculous cures or incredible saves Nothing more than pleasures we indelibly crave When your feet hit the floor, sunlight leads the way Every morning follows night Every night follows day Continue reading Dawn. A poem.

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Mirror, Mirror. A poem.

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Mirror, mirror What do you see? Just a reflection Of who I could be Should I rise Or should I fall Could this reflection Be ignored Mirror, mirror Who am I here My imperfections Perfectly clear Have I lost my focus Have I lost my will Have I fixated on A bitter pill Mirror, mirror Save me tonight Let me see A perfect light Don’t let me waste away Inside my mind Let me see the good That lives inside Continue reading Mirror, Mirror. A poem.

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Flutter. A poem.

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My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.

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Last Breath. A poem.

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My very last breath Suspended and succinct Drawn fatefully in duress Through a lifetime of failure And subdued success A turn of the corner Like a turn in my eye A fitful melancholy Forever present in mind My black dog companion Always here by my side The pall of loneliness More expansive than pride Who is there to remember All the good that I did All gone now, replaced By a requiem of sins And what now of love? In truth, all I needed That unrequited soul To whom my heart seceded This very last breath Perhaps like this will … Continue reading Last Breath. A poem.