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My hands taut on a lopsided wooden frame pulsate and rise under the pressure of his soft fingertips as they trace fresh fragments of pain jutting out from just beneath my surface. Our eyes meet; slowly overlap in the space between our thoughts, and recoil when a discordant song begins to play. The rapid clashing waltz slowly stops time around us. Crows frozen mid-flight hover just to the left of a small pile of garbage that perfumes our upper lips with the rancid odor of the persecuted and forgotten, a smell we know, a smell we accept, after all we will add our own stink to the pungent bouquet. We pretend to smile as we’re forced to dance awkwardly to the unpleasant notes that ring out across the open field. The first verse of harsh noise leaves us on our sides as tattered ribbons of flesh on upright timber posts buried in blood soaked sand. We trade whispers of air between our paling lips and courage with our twinned eyes. I imagine my hand under a hole in his chest and collect the last bit of life as it trickles out. I put it in my pocket, close my eyes, and wait for the last note.

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My hands taut on a lopsided wooden frame pulsate and rise under the pressure of his soft fingertips as they trace fresh fragments of pain jutting out from just beneath my surface. Our eyes meet; slowly overlap in the space between our thoughts, and recoil when a discordant song begins to play. The rapid clashing waltz slowly stops time around us. Crows frozen mid-flight hover just to the left of a small pile of garbage that perfumes our upper lips with the rancid odor of the persecuted and forgotten, a smell we know, a smell we accept, after all we will add our own stink to the pungent bouquet. We pretend to smile as we’re forced to dance awkwardly to the unpleasant notes that ring out across the open field. The first verse of harsh noise leaves us on our sides as tattered ribbons of flesh on upright timber posts buried in blood soaked sand. We trade whispers of air between our paling lips and courage with our twinned eyes. I imagine my hand under a hole in his chest and collect the last bit of life as it trickles out. I put it in my pocket, close my eyes, and wait for the last note.