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Month: July, 2009

Frankenstein’s Ghazal

Frantic, sweaty. Death settled in around him, thick and constricting. He was afraid of the end. A memory is unearthed; a dead flower blooms. All things buried in thought are without end. She cries out for her lost love, her #2 companion, a well-worn pencil with love bites on one end. I think I’ll wear [...]

I Love to See You Die

Lately, you’ve been breaking so beautifully: with your shattered-soul starlets illuminating my lonely, aphotic nights; with your vivid splashes of red adding magnificence to my achromatic days; with your sweet-burning dreams radiating warmth to my apathetic heart; with your melodious, agonized cries infusing life into my so anemic self. (I love to see you die.)

7 Days to Die

Day One: The Deconstruction of Your Mind Hold still while they take an axe to your head. Day Two: Rape of Innocence And steal what made you good. Day Three: Half-Truths and Absolute Lies They fill the deep emptiness with nothing. Day Four: A Blacker World And they leave you hating. Day Five: Coping with [...]

Violinist Traveling to Versailles, 1624

The woman shrouded in a thousand eyes whispered in what was almost a voice, “To you, good sir, I do strongly advise: Reconsider your unfortunate choice.” “Take back your gold if you can, puny one!” replied the filthy brute clutching her purse. Then she struck with a glimmer in the sun, her bow of metal, [...]