opening the flesh
suppressed by a tourniquet
his eyes rolling back
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Bride of Sound
I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, always controlled.
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tidal waves recede obsidian sands reclaim the jagged shoreline
By Bride of Soundabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Bomb Scare
It was 2027, and the world never thought it would happen. A missle hit the United States, but it wasn't where they had anticipated. A little town in the northeast was hit by a missile strike, they didn't know why, and they didn't know exactly where it hit, but they did know it was a coastal community, somewhere between Maine and Delaware.
By Gregory Payton6 days ago in Fiction
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Intense and very vivid.