aim higher
black and white, time ticking
can't hold on
debate is silent
effort is slow
fortune is slower
grant the breath it will take
hate is subtracted, only focus
individual action
just waiting for the next move
kill them with calmness
leave them with kindness
me and you, alone, intimate
never wavering
open to no argument
preparing for the worst
questioning the best
reaching for a win, any win
short on time
time, always time
under the great clocks. tick. tock.
violence but not war
war without violence
x-ray vision, useless
your move
zugzwang
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor7 days ago in Fiction
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