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The DeviceIt had been her lifelong aspiration to conquer time; more than a wish, it was her life's motivation, the very reason she was studying physics. It proved a mind-bending field of study even for a being of her intellect, but she pressed forward, slowly, steadily, attempting to absorb every drop of information she could; she would need it all someday if she was to ever realize her dream. Her sisters, artists for the most part, often questioned her pursuits but their judgments fell on deaf ears. She knew what she was going to do, even if she had no idea how to do it yet.
So it surprised Leopard to make a great understatement to stumble across a time machine.
It took the unassuming form of a pocket watch set in a minimalistic aluminum case, an arrow and two hands were the only blemishes upon its smooth face of green glass. At first she had no inkling of its power in fact, the strangest thing about it was its arrival into her life. She discovered the small timepiece atop
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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