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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

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DRAWN BACK, RELEASED Your slink and subtle arrogance, a bravado hiding beloved genius with gentle, genderless allure, you swung down from night’s God of War but were every inch Apollo. You basked in the surf of faraway lovers, dipping fingers in legend and serenading diaphanous morality, inviting imagination to meet heart. Ideas surrounded that crooked […]

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Simon exited the apartment and braved day like a vampire, the tendrils of sun ripping at and exposing his darkness. That sun, the measure of futures. He stopped and looked back at the place called home for the past few years and he wanted to toss a rock through its lonely living room window. Instead […]

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The night was sleepless, Kailey burrowing into his back in one queen bed while Alec slept alone on the hotel room’s other mattress. Simon was exhausted, but as the green LED blinked past midnight on the nightstand clock radio, he felt as though he’d reached the bottom of an empty well and sat parched in […]

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But when he approached the door to Ellie’s apartment, Simon felt God’s deaf ear to his pleas for Alec and Kailey’s safety. The door was cracked open and, as it seemed at his place earlier, he believed this a message from his malevolent puppet masters. He felt the circle close in further as he nudged […]

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About a mile out, his body burned against him with dagger-like pain in his gut. Simon slowed his pace, cutting through the lead-strewn green of Grover Park, groaning and squinting against a cloud-ducking sun and sweat stinging his eyes. He was dehydrated and his adrenaline seemed on a drip after the constant rush it had […]

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The sky uncertain, blue vying with storm clouds and the sun lurking out of view, Simon ran into the woods, winding his way west. The trees were thin ghosts surrounding him, tombs of history and in their rings he imagined the record of countless cycles like the one he was in; routines controlling lives as […]

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Cause and effect collided together the way ripples would after throwing a handful of stones into a pond. Simon didn’t know where things began or ended, who the man in the backseat was, who the blonde he shot was. He’d started to feel like he tamed the snaking live wire of destiny; gripped it between […]

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For a moment Simon wanted to say he was sorry, feeling sticky and choked with guilt like an oil slick on a rocky shore. But he couldn’t fathom apologizing to a man that tried to kill him. Instead, he slumped over the wheel, eyes fixed on the grief and blood caught in the rearview mirror, […]

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