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the sun rises
burning the eyelids of my dreaming
my childhood’s residue arises like embers
from an illustrious fire.
It is a long, blinding horizon
with no beginning
when all you have are questions,
no proof of anything.
is when poetry beautifies death
the way anorexic eyes see her desiccated bones...
but I am closer to you now
than I have ever been
and that is
Man's Best FriendPaul shook the ashes off his eyelids as his unfinished cigarette hit the leg of the woman in the short skirt.
“Sorry.” Paul waved his hand apologetically. The woman scurried away angrily, muttering the word ‘pervert’.
He got his key out and entered the small, claustrophobia-inducing space the manager called a room.
It’s been five days since Paul and Tal'shen escaped from Maya and her goons. All the Proxitol has left his system and he has never felt stronger. Amazed at how well he was handling ‘the situation’, Paul rationalized the nightmare by comparing it to an unthinkable disease like cancer. Once you’re dealt with it, you have no choice but to go through the whole ordeal if you want to survive, and they both wanted badly to survive.
The upside is- although the alien was maturing mentally at a rapid pace, at least, it could shrink its tentacles down to a size small enough to be hidden under his jacket.
“No offense, Tal’shen.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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