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A strip of light peeked from the bathroom door, pressing over her exposed body. She lay waiting on the hotel bed. Her body weightless, and mind to the air. The man she paid was preparing himself on the other side.
She was done with the motionless life of her cubicle, done gazing at the intangible stars. She only wanted to meld with the rapid city, its bustling streets, and neon ridden backdrop.
As it was happening, she savored the bounce of the springs, the hovering heat, the feel of her flesh under the lifelines of a stranger. For a short time, she could move with the rest.
In the morning, she woke alone to the noise of traffic and chatter. Her body remained, swaddled by the memory of him.
The stars were gone.
She was left to start again
She was done with the motionless life of her cubicle, done gazing at the intangible stars. She only wanted to meld with the rapid city, its bustling streets, and neon ridden backdrop.
As it was happening, she savored the bounce of the springs, the hovering heat, the feel of her flesh under the lifelines of a stranger. For a short time, she could move with the rest.
In the morning, she woke alone to the noise of traffic and chatter. Her body remained, swaddled by the memory of him.
The stars were gone.
She was left to start again
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Biovat
Twisted tubes, steaming and tangled
A guttural snarl, coarse and strangled
A mechanical creature of
A methodical making
A disaster;
Truly a mistake upon creation
When lungs pumped with air,
Crimson splattered gold
And a desolated city was left to the cold.
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por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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I'm not sure what this is. Thought I'd share it anyway!
Comments and/or critiques are always appreciated.
Comments and/or critiques are always appreciated.
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I think this is more flash fiction than narrative poetry. The language does have a poetic nature, but the structure is much more geared toward prose. Whatever you call it, though, it's well expressed. I think the detached sensuality works and the vacant sort of emotion is interesting too.