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Joshua Sanders Oct 2018
The field was vast. Empty except  for a man and the thing he was speaking with.

The man was middle-aged, he wore a black suit and a thin red tie. He sat in a wheelchair. He was handsome, in a careless sort of way. His unruly black hair was streaked with grey. His Hazel eyes breathed a dull sort of fury.

The thing standing before him wore a familiar face.

"Hello old friend," the thing said
"Vincent," the man nodded

A storm of Mana danced around the two
mixing with the wind and
the air
small spirits were summoned
into the storm
they whispered in
ether tongues
as they surrendered to
the storms current

The thing had long pale hair and wore the face of Vincent Sena, an old friend.
He was beautiful, with feminine features. His eyes were the color of glaciers: cold and violent.

"I'm glad you could make it, Isaak."
The thing wore a slight mocking smile.
"It must have been difficult, in your condition."

Isaak shrugged, "I manage. It's been a long time, Vincent."

"People call me Muun now."

"Muun. I'm gonna **** you," Isaak's eyes were a feral dog's. "I'm going to peel off that face you're wearing and shove it down your throat." His tone was casual.

Muun's eyes resigned to bitterness, "let's begin then"

Muun raised his hand and his finger grew sharp and violent.
He ****** it into Isaak's head.
...


I've had trouble sleeping lately,

Oh?

Yeah just the past few weeks

Yeah I have something I take to help me sleep

Whatcha got?

Here, the man grabs a bottle full of purple pills and hands him a handful,
I'd only take two at a time

....
Drunk taking Tylenol
for headaches and nothing really
The batteries are running dry
The dust blanketed,
ruins in the making
and rust
and dried blood
and you're all alone
You'll die alone

then nothing
...
/Vincent was always faster, stronger. Isaak held his own, though./
Young Isaak heard his master speaking and grew colder.

...

Burrowing
A pale finger
searching his thoughts,
picking at his mind
Burrowing
Flashes of light,
a dull headache growing
sharper
Burrowing
Find it
Find the river
Follow the current
Twisting, things with razor teeth swimming in it
Keep going
There
It empties into the ocean
Sunlight

...

Vincent lay dead
Muun was breathed out
with Vincent's last heartbeat
The stink of him laying heavy in the swirl of Mana
Isaak burned that shell
and watched the fire with cold eyes
Julia Anniina Mar 2016
pidätän hengitystä
kunnes tunto katoaa raajoista
yritän pitää sormia huulilla ja vislata
tai nielaista sata kertaa peräkkäin
on niin pitkästyttävää
että huvittaisi työntää silmät pään sisälle
vastapäisessä talossa soi musiikki
tuttu melodia kimpoilee vasten betoniseiniä
vääristyy, muuttuu välissä lujemmaksi
nuori tyttö roikkuu puoliksi parvekkeen ulkopuolella
jalat kaiteen ensimmäisellä askelmalla
syljeskelee parkkipaikalla huutavien päälle

enkä mieti sinua, en varmasti
vaikka äänesi veitsenterävä kaiku
koittaisi hukuttaa kaiken muun alleen

uhmakkaana, määrätietoisena
revin sängystä pois kosteat lakanat
pinoan siististi tilalle kaikki vaatekappaleeni
kaikki ne, joita olet joskus kehunut
sen kutittavan villapaidan ja hiertävät alusvaatteet
ihonmyötäisen mekon ja varpaista puristavat kengät
ja poltan niistä jokaisen
mitä sitä turhaan kiintymään
Julia Anniina Apr 2016
punertavien valojen liukuessa
yläpuolellamme, vartaloillamme
hämärtäen kaiken muun ympäriltä
heilautat hiuksiasi puolelta toiselle
hampaasi välähtävät hymyillessä
kuin leijona
valmiina hyökkäämään
yleensä puraiset jos joku tulee liian lähelle
mutta silloin halusit minun
istuvan kasvoillesi koko painollani
ja olit jotenkin niin
lähellä, elossa, konkreettinen
että paloin halusta lipsauttaa
kuinka saatan olla *rakast

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