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Untitled the secondAt first the climb up the unfinished building was easy; the lower fourteen floors had complete stairwells and bare, dangling light bulbs on each landing. After fifteen stories the structure turned into naked concrete and skeletal steel girders. The pair was forced to climb service ladders and scaffolding high above the sleeping city.Untitled the second
"If I had known you were going to drag me up the side of some unfinished building..." Dalia muttered between gulps of air on the twenty-first floor.
"This won't be a waste of your time," Sam said for the second time that night. "We
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Untitled-----pt 1Light reflected from the clouds, back down to the city that illuminated them. Under the pallid sky the night shift was slinking haggardly into twenty-four hour bars or hurrying home to embrace fitful sleep. The rest of the city was opening its eyes, grumbling behind thermoses of coffee that frothed steam into the cold morning air.Untitled-----pt 1
Streetlights brightened the not-quite-dawn, the shadows hurrying below them seeming to form phantasms and apparitions where they criss-crossed each other. The shadow casters walked quickly, with movements that were automatic and eyes that stayed cast down at
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Dis-GraceWe laid there for a long time without saying anything. He closed his eyes and his breath rumbled deeply in his chest and I thought he was asleep.Dis-Grace
Then he asked me how I was.
"Is it wrong that I don't feel anything unusual?" I asked.
"No, I guess not," he said.
He rolled over and positioned himself so his head was resting on my stomach, my legs twined around him. He kissed my stomach in a way that was too tender and too affectionate. I stared out the window at neighbors who were staring back at us. I wa
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It's Nothing NewI'm rotting in a stew of decomposition. I'm manically cleaning the caulking around the bathtub with a toothbrush. I'm opening the front door, gripping the knob while the key unlocks the deadbolt. Dinner's burning.It's Nothing New
I'm laying on the bed with my jeans around my ankles, shirt gone, and the ceiling is pulsating like the steady, comforting rhythm of a sleeper's breath. I kick free of the tangle of jeans and feel for the hole in my chest that has to be there; it isn't. I can feel it gaping, sighing, aching to be filled. There is only skin, molten and smooth, wrapped like
by ~Bombstar
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