brent-reichenbergerWhisper

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Creation Myth**** me in The Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky. We’ll rut around in the artificial grass, taking in the beautiful world God created just 6000 years ago. Adam & Eve will pass us knowing glances and smiles while a velociraptor stands idly by, chewing on greenery. I know He says it’s an Abomination, but you’re just so god ****** cute and the talking snake says it’s cool. When we’re finished, Eve will ask if we’re hungry. She’ll hand me a shining red apple.
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Jul 14, 2014
Other.The inane things you say make me want to die. The fumble, the field goal, the basket, the tackle. How ******* hot your girlfriend looks in that tight top and short skirt. How you could totally nail the girl who just walked past us at the bar. / But when your nicotine dusted fingertips start to make my lips go numb. When you grab my hair. When you gasp. And when we’re lying there after. That’s when I forget these things. / I guess I’ll live.
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Mar 1, 2012
I'll Twitter Your Yahoo Until You Google All Over My FacebookI'm lying here with the light on. The fan is set on speed 3, and it's pointed directly on me. Social networks dance on my computer screen. Faces of people, some of whom I've never met, spout endless minutia. So do I. We'd like to think that all of this is bring us closer to one another, but that is anything but the truth. This faux interconnectedness is just another way to live together, alone. These pills are beginning to take hold. My mouth is dry, and not even the coldest, clearest water can quench it. Sometimes I equate staying up that one last hour with having that one last drink. It's the one that always kills you in the morning. / It's 4:45 AM, and my alarm is set for noon.
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Aug 11, 2010
EyesThey stare at me, their eyes all heterochromatic. One blue, one green. One brown, another hazel. Their bodies twist & turn in that cold, empty darkness. They whisper to one another, but their gaze does not falter. I can feel nothing but malice. I try & step back, but I find I am up against a wall. As they inch closer & closer I realize that yesterday was the last time I will ever see a sunrise. I close my eyes as tears trickle down. They envelope me.
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Aug 10, 2010
Untitled 04Stale and sour / Stagnant, stuck / My batteries have lost their power
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Jul 30, 2010
Untitled 03If this ceiling were the floor, / I'd be taller than the windows. / When we kiss I feel like I am standing in a pool of cold, rising water.
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Jun 28, 2010
If Winter EndsIf winter ends / I'll lead you gently by the hand. / Out to a field of comatose flowers,
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May 11, 2010
ShangoWe were just boys. Trekking into the dense wood, we hadn't a care in the world. The rain began to fall. Softly at first. Our youthful tongues reached out and caught the delicate drops. The rain fell harder - so hard it began to tear at our skin. The air became still. The sounds of the forest ceased. All was crystallized. Then Hell struck. Out of the sky, a brilliant bolt of lightning hit the tall elm to the right of us. We all cowered in terror, knowing full well we needed to take cover, but there was none to be found. The sound was unbearable. Trees exploded to the right and left of us, all accompanied with a ghostly white that enveloped everything around it. I could hear Paul crying and I ran over to him. I grabbed him by the shoulder so that we could take cover next to a large boulder. We'd almost reached it when we were hit. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes I felt a pain my young life had never experienced. My shoes flew free as I was forced into a massive tree trunk. My ears were ringing and dripping with blood. I hurt everywhere. Dazed, I ran over to Paul. He was on the ground. He was convulsing and vomiting. Not a regular ***** His insides were escaping from his mouth. Blackened whole pieces of lung flowed forth, steaming in the rain. He became still and his skin turned a bluish hue. It didn't even cross my mind that he would die. I was only fourteen.
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Mar 4, 2010
Day FiveA cry from the dark. / A call for lost innocence. / Pull the ropes.
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Jan 15, 2010
Day SixGlass upon glass. / Shattered and ground / Into a powder so fine
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Jan 15, 2010
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