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A Gun a Rose n a Glass of WineAs I hid out of the sight of my victim, I wondered to myself, "Why am I doing this?" I held that thought in my head the entire time I was following her. When she got to her apartment I said to myself,
"Alright. Let's go."
With that I hopped in through the open window. Once inside, I hid until she went sleep. After she was asleep, I slipped into her room and uncovered my knife. Then, I very quickly, as not to wake her up, proceeded to slit open her throat. As the blade went through just the smell of the blood made me think, "That's why I do this." After she was dead, my body was surging with adrenalin. And not to long afterwards, I was leaving the apartment ready for another victim. But, for now, I was calling it a night.
The next day, I was walking around looking for my next victim when suddenly, this girl bumped into me. She was stunning.
Love: It's Just a WordLove.
Some people base their entire world around it.
They grow attached, almost "soul mate"
And then, it ends.
Just like that,
It's just a word.
It has no true meaning,
Until you find the one,
That you will spend forever with.
Then, and only then,
Does it mean anything.
But, until then,
You must deal with heartache and pain.
But that's how it works
It's just a word
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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