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Megumi broke under the weight of her burden. Just for a moment, she was brought to a knee. She breathed, demanding her body be equal to her spirit and to the task, and in a moment, she was walking forward again.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 10.16.2014 @ 9:41 pm
Overhead. The graveyard of industry loams over me as a pick my way through evening shadows. I have to be quiet, I have to be quick.
There’s a noise!
» Posted By Peter Wester On 06.22.2014 @ 9:13 am
The dice roll and she moves her game piece. “Your move,” she says.
“Can we play something else?” I ask.
“You asked to play, don’t stop just because you’re losing.”
» Posted By Peter Wester On 06.02.2014 @ 9:21 pm
Birthdays that I can remember. There were kids singing, I think I might have been singing. Heh. Have been. I was happy once.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 05.01.2014 @ 10:08 pm
She had pink hair. That’s what I remember we took her out of the orphange. There was no other reason, we just clicked.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.27.2014 @ 9:16 pm
It creaks and it breaks. I hear the walls cracking, the sound of stones that have existed since the beginning of time scream and groan.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.22.2014 @ 10:34 pm
I remember a stone alter, but I think that was the heroin,
I remember a knife, but I think that was the syringe.
I remember a cruel and merciless priest with my own face.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.19.2014 @ 9:21 pm
the grass used to be green in this place. I remember families and noise and laughter.
Now there’s just the smell of death and stasis.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.15.2014 @ 7:03 pm
Red ribbons. Again.
I hear a sad song on the radio, but I look out the word and see the beauty of the world.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 06.26.2013 @ 10:16 pm
The forest was dead, long live the mushrooms.
Civilization was dead, long live the insects.
The city, the trains, the park, all one dessicated corpse, a feast for fungi.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 06.11.2013 @ 8:49 pm
The police drew there guns, he mob drew theirs and nobody wanted a nice rational discussion. Well, they didn’t get one.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 05.01.2013 @ 6:26 pm
The beat, the pulse, the hammering in my ears and arcane patterns of light flash through the dark air, occasionally illuminating the bodies of dancers in mad ecstasy.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.14.2013 @ 9:28 pm
The tree reaches out and breaks. And breaks and breaks and breaks. And that is way the tree is a tree. I look out from my branch to see where my life might have turned.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.12.2013 @ 9:50 pm
17 fathoms down on a starry black night. What’s moving on the bottom? What’s beneath the black mirror of the sea.
» Posted By Peter Wester On 04.11.2013 @ 6:14 pm
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Dammit. Traffic. Heat. Steam escaping the pavement.
And a Car that won’t start. A perfect snapshot of a life that’s not going anywhere
» Posted By Peter Wester On 02.22.2013 @ 8:04 pm