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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

We shared the close breath, both in the quiet solace of release and the noisy satisfaction of killing hunger. Drinking the courage. Letting our atoms spill in every direction and flailing with wild hearts; there was little to be said in the darkness afterward. Tears glimmer and streak, surmounting Sisyphean hills of cheeks rounded by […]

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Her allure obscured the rationality of the room. The chipping away ceiling stained by leaks from the room above and the window’s frame all dissipated around her beauty as she moved closer, and Danny felt his own thoughts bend and blur the same way. He’d been so scared, but it was time. He was eighteen, […]

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Beaten or Saint. Fallen victim to the night sweats of staining desire and the eggshell thin facade that spider cracks with each breathless pant, each writhing moan. May those backs break like will. Crack, crack, crack. May those wills break back. Crack, crack, crack. In there is a truth, among the candlelit tremble, swift moving […]

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Callie believed in dreams. She would watch clouds pass overhead and the way the sun faded and strengthened behind gray cotton, and she’d make a wish whenever she could see it without squinting; an orb of unimaginable power staring from Heaven like the eye of God. Then she’d think of Damon, his sea blue eyes […]

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Why bother drawing another breath? It’s only going to disappoint. These smooth pronouncements, oh how they make the legs quiver. Oh how they make the lust wet. And yet, stop. Keep the momentum in a downshift and bless the birthed dissatisfaction of hungry days. Because what’s right is right. Because the truth is a spit […]

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In the airtight. In the dark closure, where the vacuum siphons life and second hands tick, tick, tick in hours-length rhythm intoning the lowest register, the deep drone of longing and the hunger of belonging. The judgement was passed, the cell drawn closed and yet windows peered not into light, but into a darkness choked […]

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I want to open you up. I want to be your sun. I want to bring the wet, so just yeild to my tongue. I want to glide into welcome. I want surrender on approach. I want your mouth on mine, my hand gripping your throat. Let’s teach nature new tricks, let’s find new ways […]

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That dust in the windowpane at the failing light of dusk, it sings that melancholy lilt in whispers. It longs for days colored with better hours, fairer attentions paid and chances for the right moves out of each painted-into corner. Take out the pen. Spill blood ink with confidence. See things shift in the mirror, […]

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The shadows crept across Lilas’s bedroom wall, grim reminders that the day was near its end. She continued to lay on her bed, largely unmoving, as she had since waking that Monday morning. There was no call to the school regarding her taking the day off and she only fleetingly wondered about who Glen would […]

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The sun gives warning before it brings night, the ugly dark preceded by firelight bathing the last minutes of day in Hellstorm hues that mirror the flush of this rage. And so this black descends. How fucking tired, your type. How gracious that you’ve been offered comparison to fleeting moments of day. Even if nature’s […]

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