| 1. The Assailant - 15 |
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We are the swarm. Worker bees flocking to the white hive to feast on gaping wounds. Nostrils flare with each piece of tissue that we tear. The sky...
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| 2. The Assailant - 23 |
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I can't seem to shake the nervousness out of this sexless body. Get up to the rafters, turn those passive hands into clenched fists while we thirst...
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| 3. The Assailant - 25 |
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There is a paper trail that leads to the new smear campaign; there is a typewriter in the other room clicking away the new revenge theory. I built an...
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| 4. The Assailant - 20 |
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The color of my eyes has changed because I am sick for her like a junkie is sick to fix. She rolls through my sheets; her fingers caress my back;...
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| 5. The Assailant - 26 |
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Please believe me when I tell you this is in no way an admission of my own guilt. But I keep on thinking of different ways to put myself in the...
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| 6. The Assailant - 22 |
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Red will turn this bravery into a pathetic excuse for attention, and when the alarm goes off she'll be climbing the walls again. Forgeting to swallow...
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| 7. The Assailant - 21 |
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I've been up all night counting stacks and cutting losses. I bore witness to brown waves crashing on to a black canvas. Eyes twitching back and forth...
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| 8. The Assailant - Summary Echo |
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Fiberglass gutting and page five slander still hasn't' done me in. Wandering glances at polaroud interludes (martyrs die). I still have yet to begin...
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| 9. The Assailant - 19 |
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Kiss my cheek when I am crying. I just want to self medicate, I just want my phone to ring. Do you know what they did to me? Tore out all my hair....
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| 10. The Assailant - 18 |
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Dear god I don't know if this is a prayer for forgiveness or a crucifixion, but last night I saw heaven fall down to earth and land on her face in...
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| 11. The Assailant - 24 |
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Beautiful girl with skin like the whitest paper and legs like pornography in heels. Your skin tasted like aspirin and gave me a nosebleed. You kept...
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| 12. The Assailant - Thespian |
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The porcelain contortionist is screaming through the hollow for cradled frailty under guises of outdated messages the glass neck isn't quite through....
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| 13. The Assailant - 27 |
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What a clever cleaver that pointing finger. What a Judas that that sleeping head. Saving skin, turning cheeks, tip toeing and screening these...
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