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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Pen > Sword

He jammed a ballpoint pen straight into her chest. Cracked through her breastbone and out sprayed splatters of cherry red and midnight black. His body trembled for a split second as her body flopped onto the concrete. He quickly grabbed the bottom of his shirt and wiped off smears of dark blood and ink off his face. Beads of sweat slithered down his cheek and hit his lip, tasted salty. There she laid, lifeless and frozen, like someone hit the pause button.

She laid there, streams of blood pouring out of her chest as her heart beat quicker and quicker.

BUMP BUMP. BUMP BUMP. BUMP BUMP.

She was laying in about 4 pints worth of her own flavor. Her skin was as white as a sheet of paper.

“So I guess it's true what they say, the pen IS mightier then the sword.” joked the man, as he wiped a trickle of blood off his shoe. He smiled and took a picture with his hands, and paced out the room.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sealed with a what?

I remember how hard she'd press her lips against mine each time we'd kiss. It was an air tight seal, like the hatch of one those jet planes.