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Feb 2020
En Masse all at once in a blur I was proceeding in my normal way from where I work to where I eat. En masse horizontal force rushed in and peeled the asphalt from the ground. Revealing the city’s putrid organs. Hideous piping normally covered from view writhed forth with it’s crust now removed. An open cadaver remained. All at once bushes were stripped with it. They floated away without weight. Bald dirt remained. In a blur the skyscraper’s windows were shattered. Glass fell like crystal rain. Hulking skeletons remained. Office space gutted. Rendered unusable.
The force reverberated through the atmosphere. Through me it passed without impact. I stood center in an intersection. The road now ripped up and flung back. I at the epicenter receiving this bolt from the void and I alone able to perceive it happening. If a city is leveled and it’s inhabitants killed was anything really there?
Everyone is dead. Bodies ornament the sidewalks like piled snow. We share a face the dead and I. I must have died a thousand times at once.
I remain sentient. I wish to disintegrate with them.
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
(The Woods)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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