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...Not all wounds.The man sat alone at a corner table in the bar. An untouched shot of whiskey sat before him. It had been a long time since he had wanted to drink. Longer still since he had given it up. He stared at it.

It hurt, getting that phone call, out of the blue like that. She had called to make amends, she had said. He had said it wasn't possible. Too much time had passed. The hurt had been festering inside him too long. He'd let her have it, years after he should have. Years after he should have gotten over it. It was like a dam breaking. The words just poured out of him. Venomous, and spiteful. Designed to hurt.And worse... every word ...Not all wounds.
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BloodPain flares A bitter copper taste fills my mouth I pull myself upright again Ready for the next onslaught

A red haze fills my vision I want to rip and tear
I want to hit and hurt I want to revel in their pain
I force my breathing to slow Force my anger back down I turn and walk away, still furious I win every fight I don't take part in Blood
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Insomnia...A painful waking nightmare of tossing and turning twisting in the sheets hoping for a peaceful moment so tired when you can no longer tell if you are awake or dreaming it's much too late. Insomnia...
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Sacrifice.The old man slowly shuffled up the stairs towards the statue of Atlas. The young'uns didn't notice him. They were busy in their own little fights with the hoodlums that infest the place.
He stops and looks up at the statue. He remembers and smiles. "Atlas would have liked this." The old man thinks to himself.
He starts to shuffle forward again. Carefully, his brittle old bones aching, he makes the trip he makes every time this year.
The anniversary of his brothers death. After all this time, it's the least he can do, but the trip gets harder every year as age catches up to him more and more. Sacrifice.
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Older works...

Mon Nov 10, 2008, 11:55 AM

I'm toying with the idea of going through my old notes and things and mayhaps reworking them and posting them here. I'm not sure if this is a good idea yet or not. A lot of my older work makes me wince to read it now. It's not that I'm necessarily a better writer now, just a different one.

... I dunno...

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