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Written while listening to ‘Black Sun’ by Death Cab for Cutie. An impromptu piece inspired by the song as well as ongoing affairs. Do leave feedback!
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It was through the droning buzz of a barbershop that I had a moment of focus – a flirt of inspiration flushing in. Like some cosmic gateway spilling open between dabbed shaving cream and bitter aftershave, a manly woman descended into my daydream. 100 more words
It starts off as an itch that you want to scratch out of curiosity, to see if it hurts, too sure somewhere that it wouldn’t at the same time, tiptoeing around the borders of the wound, more scab-like on the outside, a vulnerable, volatile blister about to burst any moment on the inside, only you can’t feel it, till you finally lash out your frenzy as your mind still lurks at the wound, clawing at it with the flagellating impulse till suddenly, you see the blood ooze out of it, seeing that you hadn’t realised the wound was your own. 106 more words