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Colonel Lysander Stark
Likes to keep a man in the dark.
“Don’t speak to anyone. Nor write, I must stress too.
And it has to be tonight: I’m going to have to press you.”
Likes to keep a man in the dark.
“Don’t speak to anyone. Nor write, I must stress too.
And it has to be tonight: I’m going to have to press you.”
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sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
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cladach eachtrach
Our shadows were children
the horizon a nightlight,
my skin Vodka white
in the womb
of the Atlantic,
bioluminescence
like sparks
conducting electricity
strip wire symphony,
naked limbs paired and
easily divided
in the remainder
wading
between constants;
prenatal combination,
the tide rolling in contractions,
and like ships to harbor
it bore us to shore.
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The Resurrectionist
Ilya stands with her wrist arched, a paintbrush poised in the long thin fingers of her left hand. They are artist's fingers, pianist's fingers, the lithe, dextrous, steady fingers of the surgeon. Not even the faintest tremor is evident as she stands to contemplate the work before her, perfectly still... so still that she seems to be chiseled from stone, a work of art herself, not a living creature. Her long dark hair falls waist length down her back in a torrent of curls. A surgical mask is strapped across her face; the faint contraction of the mesh with each intake of breath is the only indication of life.
The whole cold, sterile, harshly l
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