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Sep 2020
******* Film

******* clad.
Fiery eyes.
Ruby lips.

Is she real?
She’s dancing now.
Is it real?

There’s someone else.
Hands on her waist.
Teeth in her flesh.

She’s smiling.
She’s not.
She’s frowning.

She’s pushing back.
He’s pushing forward.
The panic’s setting in.

Someone else.
Something shiny.
Something sharp.

She’s resisting.
He’s restraining.
Camera’s shaking.

She screams.
A squelch.
Another scream.

More squelches.
Crying.
Red in between them.

Sobs.
Whimpers.
Silence.

He lets go.
She drops.
They leave.

Why is the camera still rolling?
dead 80s arcade
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dead 80s arcade  the arcade in town
(the arcade in town)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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