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The chat was brief and strange. Simon confirmed who he was, his age, and his social security number which they’d somehow gathered, a detail that made his skin grow even colder than the voice had already. His heart thumped hard in his chest as he wrote down the address he had to be at the […]

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I can touch Heaven, yet only believed in Hell. The mirror taught nothing, costumed in a pyre of disdain with eyes vacant of faith in anything but a deserved torment. “Burn,” it would say. “Burn and know you earned this.” And so my soul turned to ash, brittle, flaking. I bled black on every love […]

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Cup morning in fingers stretched to break skin. File days inside right angles, checked off, finite and clear in their expiry. Awaken with the ghosts of other lives clinging to the mind’s eye and shake them clear as dust from prominent shelves, brandished keepsakes maintained for the kind fetch of frivolous collectors, sycophants bathing in […]

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Splayed loss, a fold in the game. Failed hands turned down, face drawn, hope unveiled as foolish faith. Winners smirk, gathering pooled profit, ahead of truth and cowardice. The cards always kept too close, afraid of chance, risk too certain and failures looming as clouds choking a sunless horizon. Playing the deal proved too courageous, […]

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