| I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda |
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Sunday's RoutineThis couch reeks. I haven’t had a decent meal in days, and I’ve been wearing the same button up shirt and slacks since last Sunday. I may have left my cup of coffee out on the counter and the T.V. on blasting white noise. I hope Mrs. Casto can hear it next door. My name is Jason Morrell. I work as the CEO for a car company you probably drive by every day on the commute to your ridiculously under-paid job. I don’t have any kids, no wife, not even a girl friend. I don’t own any pets and the only slut with a key to my high-rise studio apartment is the maid that shows up to clean up after me on Mondays and Thursdays. Living inSunday's Routine
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The Smell of MurderHot could not describe the immense heat wafting from the small crawl space in the back of the dimly lit closet of the upstairs room at my humble home on 16th street right off of Atlantic Avenue. The humid air radiating from this small hole in the wall first smelled of sawdust and staleness. As time went on and I committed the horrible acts I would soon partake in, the smell shifted. It had a new flavor to it almost. Not one that the normal person would call “wonderful” or “delicious”. That’s just not the kind of words you use to describe the type of smell that comes from hiding bodies in the small cubby hole of your cThe Smell of Murder
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