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A Portrait of Pain

A Portrait of Pain

This story is about the boy known as the Red Koi. He briefly self-assigned this name, but his narrative will now transition from third to first. In a first person: I stand in agony. Then I sit. My fist meets the ground to maintain stability. Wife texts me photos of...
Memorized Mess

Memorized Mess

“I’ve memorized my mess.” My daughter speaks these words as I step between the safe spaces on her floor. Inside her bedroom lies many things which create the mess she’s memorized. “I want to forget my mess.” I think these words as I step over the...
The United States of Consciousness

The United States of Consciousness

Are we tense or intense? What’s the difference when both result in a grimace? Nothing makes sense since losing presence. If it’s gone for good, we can’t be convinced. All seemed picture perfect at first glimpse, But after overdosing on emptiness, And...

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