Tag: short story
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Second House
When you speak What you don’t know Falls like fall snow Beneath your snout You seek and sneak and eke out You are a ghost inside my house A false knowing A pallbearer when it’s snowing Lifting the palled coffin with no emotions showing His pale face, his cough-soured mouth White as a winter lotus,…
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Forced Anchorite
Sound of quarantine siren’s cock-drowning reveilles Diseases dalliance, man’s disaster When chimaeras alliance, the end faster Than their sapping tango Dislike fruit but they wish would man go The end first which beginnings after The tickling cough that signals slaughter We’re far from needing dead daughters to get reasonable flights Although we recommend a vial…