Category: psychological
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THE CORONARY STRING
The gilded frame in its entirety, other than flecks here and there; lost to weathering and the whim of father time, hanging banal in the pearlescent glare of a thin moonstone inlay; found naught but limited appraisal by all but one eye that settled upon it. The owner of said eye, conveniently, also belonged to…
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WHO LIVES?
WHO REALLY DOES? The light flitted, encapsulated in the small circle of the window, floor by floor, up and over my face – much like self-illuminating halos that appeared, in my eyes, to sap the pallor from my cheeks, bit by bit, and send it skyward, into the abyss, via the cap of my brain-pan.…