| User | PalmyNv | | Topic | Untitled | | Message | Feedback please:
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Whispers from the telephone receiver: “Come see me, please.” She talks through choked sobs, bursts of white noise. Radios tuned to dead frequencies. She is an injured dog begging for euthanasia, and I would be happy to oblige her.
I can’t help but give her the satisfaction of stumbling into her bear trap arms. I want to breathe her in and tell her everything is going to be okay, but she will turn her head away from a shy kiss to the hand.
And I will cut her a new smile.
Five cigarettes later, and I’m just inside her apartment with a handful of plastic roses married to a love letter nobody will read.
Illuminated by the flickering television stands a dead girl wiping rivers of black from her tombstone eyes. She slithers up beside me and hisses such sweet everythings into my ear. Her forked tongue drips lies like heroin, and I think maybe she loves me.
She feels like a corpse when she falls asleep like this with her head in my lap. With a shaky finger, on her chest I trace an outline of the heart I will rip out.
I will douse the Kingdom of God in gasoline and set paradise aflame.
Because all the legions of angels in Heaven couldn’t be as perfect as she.
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| User | Aphotic Sunrise | 2005-03-26 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | Wow... that’s deep right there... awesome. That’s just... something special. Sounds like it could be a song or something, you know? To me anyways, but I guess I’m a little bit music-fixated. I can’t think of any suggestions off the top of my head except to change all the question marks into their proper punctuation(s.)
- Virgil |
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