Recreational War, by Kerry Kublal
Moonbeams beat hard and electric through the window, creating unintentional itching geometry that feels as lonely as it looks. Have you ever wondered what it was like to be that temporary? His father named him Jairam as an omen, meaning victory of war. Over and over, like a ritual, he battled with the beast, his soul, swift and soft, carries greater risk than other forms of administration. Each needle secretes a piece of the beast, its gnarled trapeze teeth and rotten underbelly nurture wounds. Each needle playing witness to a war cry, under the new, soft glow of the sun.
8/8/2020 06:53:55 am
If this is a piece on recreational drugs, I'm impressed. If it's not, I'm confused. But you made me read it quite a few times.
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