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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

Awake. Moonlight assaults and cold, so cold and shaking. Maybe from the air. Maybe from the sin of still caring. Carried there to here on the creaking stretcher of consciousness and delivered, sweating, breathing fast into now; horrific now, the creeping, inky unfathomable space of drowning above the surface. Hands pull, never tearing, but crushing […]

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She’s wallowing in accordant sin The magnificent din Of misspent fortune. Drinks lap-spilled and drunk. Bleary-eyed sunrises stung. Lace mesh dilettante hung, Filched climax, lyrics hummed But never sung. She’s come undone. Fingers uncoiled from the last rung. Crying among Ripples of fresh sun Tears return to where she’s from. The lapping waves Dismiss a […]

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Careful. Don’t press this day like a nail underfoot. Watch each step. The pain will relent once the weight shifts, left, on the other leg, away from the sun and its perilous truths that stitch across a bruising sky with short arcs; seams leaking longing. Be mindful. Bring full force down and pain will shred […]

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Tanya sat by the window in a swirl of cigarette smoke and gray late afternoon light as an unwilling compromise between beauty and danger. She wanted to be danger, preferred that harder edge of her diamond looks, but even as he entered the room flush and sweating from the three flights of stairs in the […]

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Has God blessed any with such beauty? The choirs are unconvincing, the sermons ring false. Uttered passages echoing through dusty cathedrals in revered cadance, practiced like a child’s first steps and honored as if love from a parent; He couldn’t create anything this magical. This Creator of all things. This grand architect of infinity, the […]

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This flesh is worship, the welcome melody of a hymnal vibrance like a tuning fork struck by the hand of God; a note carrying lust in the hearts of feeble Angels and men. Oh how she awakens them. The diligent stagger in the whirlwind of their lust, a pained procession of attentiveness that fails at […]

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These chambers hollow, the thump of a hanged man’s heart stalls the arid char of spent joy in a cursed kingdom. Gray. The failure of black and white. An alleged victim, now drunk with bliss, sits as queen on throne. Oh how it was easy to believe, being the jester of the court, those extravagant […]

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The feeling of slipping away wasn’t without its charms. Kevin didn’t care for the path he’d taken to now. He felt the forks he’d decided upon were the easy turns of a lazy fool guided less by his mind than by his heart. As if that throbbing tornado at the center of his chest could […]

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What a long fall from joy. A cast off Morningstar, wings on fire and searing the edge of day with smoke trails of failure. What a liar. What a fool to believe in such feigned intelligence or that glee wrapped around a frozen soul like a warm blanket on an endlessly frigid night. Trepidation waning […]

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Carolann typically didn’t run hot like this, but Brad was drunk and she was too, so the rush of her anger came on like a train on fire after a steady build all evening. She’d listened to him talk about their love life jokingly to their friends all during their annual Cinco de Mayo excursion, […]

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