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Her ambitious eyes devoured the ugly secrets beneath; charm sprouted from her incredible normality and strangled the fact that she’d never fit in. Her lust to be alive only fulfilled when her heart fully eclipsed, ending the life of another one who drank blood. She didn’t have the chance see a mirror. If she did, she’d see nothing.


Pit stop

Rolling to the city, the tire popped off; people crowded around the tilted hunk of metal, unable to resist their curiosities. No driver sat in the front. No passengers were in the back. The daylight did not give ways to escape without being seen, and the middle of the street was no pit stop. Everyone left there, wondering.


He pulled the glove over his fractured knuckles, clenching his teeth; he had no extra trouble with his other hand. Times like these made him wish he were instead some overpaid business drone or door-to-door salesman, but he knew the ring more than anyone else. He wore no mask and would never throw in the towel.


The T-bird’s tires wrestled the reeds until the water drowned the engine. Waves sloshed against the white paint, unaware that the metal would not be dictated so easily. The colorblind driver did not notice the road ended, peering off into the gray sky, then quite literally drove off into the sunset. Unfortunately, he didn’t quite make it.


Standing at the picket fence, the cameraman said cheese; to this, I wondered what kind it could be. I held my doll close to my side and ran my other hand along the wood. The leafless branches hung down like abstract cobwebs, flitting with the breeze. I stepped back to my house, leaving soft prints in the dirt.


His parents thought moderation meant seeing the bottom of as many bottles as they could; inebriation ran afoul with their thoughts blurring and entangling, clashing and colliding reality with wants. A slight winnow would stain the stench of cheap whiskey to strangle all of the air molecules in the room. Their subliminal demons hadn’t grasped his mind, yet.


The splash slammed against the boat’s hull like mischievous fingers reaching to the back of a book to find the answers without the work; she rowed and rowed, twisting her head to clarify the blurs she couldn’t make out from the corner of her eyes. A ballet dancer flitted across the peer, hoping the flock would tip her.


She bargained with his mother, unafraid of her bitter, broken, black heart; she seduced her mind with the fortunes of her parents that would likely soon pass. These unmerciful truths left an irresistible future, and she could do nothing except let her son marry. One can only imagine the sunspots left when she never saw her son again.


Though the fog walked among the streets, our headlights kept us unafraid of disconnection; those two bright bulbs cracked through the clouds for a few extra feet of visibility. During these months, the car became more of an icebox; its heater had long coughed its last warming sigh. The precarious weather did little to help us escape ‘home.’


The tossed bowling ball slammed against the waxed wood before spinning a curve into the side of the first pin. Though the plaid ball knocked furiously through to the back, the yo-ho mentality kept most up to rob the score. Plastic flamingos watched from the plastic seats; all had their minds on a better act in broadway.