Words roll over my skin like raging waves.
Foaming at the mouth, as salt spills from their tongues in truth.
Siren voices calling to me through the rocky shores,
jagged, the corners cruelly spiral out for blood until I see you.
Your body amongst the rubble reaching out your pillowy hands,
holding out for my soul with the weight of life in your grasp.
Ignoring fatal injuries just to dream of what a chance could mean.
Eyes meeting once until I glance away
as your grip claws into my veins;
as the oceans continue to hurl their epithets at me in vain.
About the Creator
A.M
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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