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HomecomingIt was pitch-dark by the time she was done telling her story; only the faintest glow in the western sky indicated that the sun was ever there. The veranda was alight with lanterns hung from the ceiling, as well as a small fire burning in a pit in the center of the room; Isra was still sitting on the cot and Bellatrix and Seth sat on separate ends of a nearby couch in anticipatory silence for the conclusion of her tale.
"That was... it?" Seth finally asked through his heavy accent. "But you did not say how you got here!"
"Actually I did," Isra said, "I was a guinea pig in a transdemesional transportation study." On second thought, she decided that it probably wasn't best to use the past tense-- even though she wasn't in contact with the scientists anymore, she was going to be a dimensional transportation test subject for the foreseeable future. Until her death cut short the project, at the very least.
"But you said you weren't going to work with them?" Compared to Seth and his qu
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
[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.
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