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           The girl tread lightly between the cots of the dying and the damned. The neon tubes dangling from the ceiling had dialed back to fill the room with a dim, flickering light, marking the fall of night above ground. Not that her charges ever slept- they lay in a continual haze of pain, feeling but not fully cognizant. One man made a choking noise as she passed by, though he didn’t seem to see her. Black blood bubbled in a dark froth from his lips.           “It’s okay,” the girl said. “The worst will be over soon.” He’d be dead within the hour. She had seen enough victims of the Chimera Viru

the air is crushed from my chest and my lungs collapse like crumpled aluminum cans my thoughts slip away like Red Bull clutched in open palms and panic digs its nails into my shoulder, shaking me something is wrong, it says you’re going to die, it tells me I take off at a sprint my heart gorges itself on blood and swells and shards of glass pierce my feet they embed themselves in my flesh, and as my body stitches itself back together they are sewed into my skin as I run, they cut me with every step, sending a tinges of pain through the nerves into my foot neurons fire in my skull, screaming danger even once sleep grips me, there is no

I am trapped under the waves cold water surges into my nostrils stinging filling my mouth with the taste of salt I inhale involuntarily and the water floods my lungs It presses against my ribcage scrabbling at my bones with icy fingers desperate to tear free of its cage Seaweed curls around my foot saying, stay here a while I don’t struggle except for one feeble kick The ripples it spreads are quickly swallowed by an endless ocean and forgotten

our feet hit the pavement in time but we are not so alike a strange beast lives inside my skull rattling in my brain,                          sucking the fatty tissue out of my flesh                          crawling inside my bones and devouring the spongy core                          slipping spindly fingers into the corners of my heart i open my mouth but I cannot pry the words out they are nailed to the roof of my mouth so we walk for a while feet stepping in time until a strange pressure squeezes the truth out there is a moment of stillness as my heartbeat is suspended in a black limbo but it is broken by their warm embrace        

Her feet are cracked like the crust of mud that forms over the desert sands after rain and is then is scorched dry by the sun and fragmented into jagged shards that taste of dust and salt when the wind passes through their fissures Stubble prickles her bare scalp like sand chipped from dark shalestone and coarsened by the aeons Between her breasts is an ancient riverbed now a fossilized memory of water an arroyo splitting the desert sands in two Dark cloth folds over her waist like the night rolls over the desert, clinging to the dips and curves of the land A single tear falls from her cheek an oasis of water in the desert quickly consumed