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I. Walking like slow molten-rubble- Sleeping like acid rain-- Always know when to retreat. She told me to always know when… ‘that’s how they get killed, you know.’ If you don’t know the proper steps— 1, 2-and. 1,2-and. 4. One-e-and... One-e-and. A. There should be no pull, shove; strife. The crawl should be effortless, so seductive they don’t even realize what’s happened. Until thoughts flow too easily, like emotions used to.   Organic; ******** and they don’t even have heartslungskidneys. Not any longer. II. She was, or seemed to me, to always be there. When I felt most in need of that fix. The itch for darker comforts. She, as part of her lethal charm, projected the kind of strength Meant to be used in battle against iron moralities. She spoke of all things gore and destruction like she’d been there, like she’d done it all. I have no doubt she had. She used these things to her advantage— As part of her recruitment of the ones she could mold, deform really, into shapes of beast always so willing to do as she wished. III. We used to laugh- Hm hahuhhu hahhmm- taught strings plucked mercilessly. They told us we were a different breed: there was surely something better about us. We were going to grow impossibly We were iron-strong. Never clad. We were __inforced (no need for the “re.” we never had to be told twice… Though they always did) The first time a commander roars, you are to act. The repetition is for it to really sink in. Not the steps to take, But the absolute power this (rounded reddened) man holds Over you. Hm hahuhhu hahhmm. IV. We stumbled home, Some missing limbs, other chunks, and others-still others- missing an entire brotherfatherson. We expected no forgiveness, did not pretend to even want it.
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC
elizabeth-vogel
Henotheism
I. Walking like slow molten-rubble- Sleeping like acid rain-- Always know when to retreat. She told me to always know when… ‘that’s how they get killed, you know.’ If you don’t know the proper steps— 1, 2-and. 1,2-and. 4. One-e-and... One-e-and. A. There should be no pull, shove; strife. The crawl should be effortless, so seductive they don’t even realize what’s happened. Until thoughts flow too easily, like emotions used to.   Organic; ******** and they don’t even have heartslungskidneys. Not any longer. II. She was, or seemed to me, to always be there. When I felt most in need of that fix. The itch for darker comforts. She, as part of her lethal charm, projected the kind of strength Meant to be used in battle against iron moralities. She spoke of all things gore and destruction like she’d been there, like she’d done it all. I have no doubt she had. She used these things to her advantage— As part of her recruitment of the ones she could mold, deform really, into shapes of beast always so willing to do as she wished. III. We used to laugh- Hm hahuhhu hahhmm- taught strings plucked mercilessly. They told us we were a different breed: there was surely something better about us. We were going to grow impossibly We were iron-strong. Never clad. We were __inforced (no need for the “re.” we never had to be told twice… Though they always did) The first time a commander roars, you are to act. The repetition is for it to really sink in. Not the steps to take, But the absolute power this (rounded reddened) man holds Over you. Hm hahuhhu hahhmm. IV. We stumbled home, Some missing limbs, other chunks, and others-still others- missing an entire brotherfatherson. We expected no forgiveness, did not pretend to even want it.
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