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Posted on September 18th, 2012

The thickness of the rope wrapped around her wrists reminds her of anacondas or spicy shoelaces. And though destruction happens every day, she must remind herself that specials are not automatic. Smiles are arduously strained each second; bank tellers or McDonald’s employees survive off of grease puffs and sweaty palms. The salty taste on every bill is licked from our fingertips with each burp or fart from the riches. Though delicately is used too often, she had written that word down on every piece of paper she was forced to write. She delicately lights a cigarette. He delicately fingers through his razors. The dog delicately whimpers from its cancer. Light the match and save a forest/trailer park by utilizing population control. Her eyes are magnificent,…

Unafraid

Posted on September 6th, 2012

If I took one of the moons, wrapped it in my fingers, put it in a plastic bag, and stuffed it into my freezer, I’m sure no one would miss it. Except me. I would miss its dark glow and its telling phases. Sometimes, the moon will whisper to me and say things about the people. I dare not stare at the moon too long, but I do see it in their eyes. Sometimes, it’s like a sideways smile and when they turn their heads, I know how they want to play. Other times, it’s half-full, glowing with boredom and labeling mostly everything as unimportant. Then there are the full moon eyes, a light circle spinning in confusion. I take these eyes in, determine…