creative writing
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Childhood’s End
The calendar seems stuck in a repeat date. A language glitch prevents diversifying conversation. Monotony sits at the table while the pain of communion drops the temperature. A second cup of coffee and a tea are of no help. Awkwardness settles, honesty dictates what we do next. Chanting this is childhood’s end, we each depart…
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Don’t Beat a Dead Horse
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
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Taboo
Pleasuring the body may result in pushing back on further planning. Sex whispers are unlike death whispers. The pain of an open wound different than thrusting. As I feel the steam on my face and have a sip of icy water, As I revel in the sight of my lover, I might just push it…
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Midnight in the Desert
In quiet desperation we wish for companionship, some of us time travel to radio shows and find ourselves in the Art Bell universe. I wished to write about this, I felt it so strongly while catching myself feeling cozy. Let me explain. As I became aware of myself year after year, as my existentialism and…
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World Alone
Here is some thoughts in no particular order. Some cities are mirages, “You have been walking for too long without any food or water, traveller. There is shapes contorting, ahead and all around you, they may or may not try to engage you, whatever you choose to do, avoid attacking them, they don’t know what…
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