Down SouthThere are all sorts of creepy crawlies down south, in the hot, humid mugginess: little, mottled, hopping toads; freakish long-thin-legged centipedes; and an endless, endless supply of mosquitoes.Down South
Down south is the bog, the wetlands; down south is the biggish empty city, the light district with its plethora of lamps and wonky streetlights; down south is somewhere sort of near the coast, by the invisible sea.
It can be cool, sometimes, down south, when the rains fall, aiding man’s air conditioning in cooling his small, busy factory; when the drops drip, turning the roads to slippery, gliste
YouThe morning light tiptoes down through the window, gives a silver glow to your dark hair, your pale skin.You
You, asleep, shimmer like a ghost.
I hold onto you tightly, half afraid you might suddenly disappear.
The sunset, dusk, loves you, just as dawn, sunrise, does. Dusk sends its red-gold glow to all of you, as we stroll along the shore, as the sun dies at the end of today; the just-before-twilight glow matches the pink tinge in your cheeks.
You, awake, shine like an angel.
I stay close to you, half afraid th
I bit my tongue...I bit my tongue so hard it didn’t feel like my tongue anymore, the tip just a bitter blip of pain at the front of my mouth.I bit my tongue...
It didn’t bleed—it wouldn’t. For what am I but a dry, dead husk, a wisp of dirt blown in the wind? I doubt even that much.
When it comes time to say good-bye I’ll say it with grace: a smile, a wave, and not a word—not a word about the souls you stole, not a word about the cities you burnt. In time, you’ll get what you deserve.
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