| The last thing I attempted to create. Some shadows simply cannot be erased. |
| The last thing I attempted to create. Some shadows simply cannot be erased. |
Freewrite."Abhorrence, not vengeance." This is what I see in you. Come calling, beckoning, untranslated messages; "He's not what he used to be." What was before gives way to foggy paths, Remembered in pockets of deeper knowing, Felt in stars of brighter constellations, Flowing through the sky, a Milky Way left too long in the sun, oozing through cracks in my skin, trying to sweeten me up. An interstellar traveler for hire, skipping stones across asteroids, seeking...well, just seeking. IFreewrite.
Erase This Shadow - unfinishedWinter burned snow drifts, blowing misty shudders across the road. Dead evening over buried leaves. A lonesome drive to nowhere. Tracking road-bound ghosts, the headlights edged the night to white lines. The dashboard clock flickered aimlessly, shifting numbers as if dialing off-world. “This way leads to nowhere.” He jerked at the wheel, spitting snow from beneath the worn treads.Erase This Shadow - unfinished
“This is the crossroad.”
The gas pedal abandoned, weary brakes shrieking ancient steel to stillness.
“It is the year of death.”
He stared slack-jawed out his window, his heavy beard
PoisonedSpotted shadows, shade and sun, Beckoning warmly to my callous brow. Oft I wondered how the sky would look If it darkened in day, Creasing its endless breadth with Abysmal blankets, coveting hidden treasure.Poisoned
And I breathe.
The echo transpires across the valley, And the earth seeks the root of my poison. Long shadows with cancer spots Sigh wayward songs About tragedy and vibrancy, Whilst pining away ‘neath the skeleton tree I sleep into yesterday.
'The cost of vacancy'Borrowed from a warm pocket on the'The cost of vacancy'
arsenic floor of room 429, furthest lot from the pool, where shadows collect moth-smoke from electric light,
Rise to the occasion, make like a cocoon and split, door shutting with dull clank echo, a hollow shade pulled shut across the way, mimicking reflection
In the car window as steel steals pocket warmth, ji
Honor and Valor.
Shame
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