paul brown wbir

You wouldnapos;t have believed it, even if youapos;d of seen it with your own two eyes.

she was petite, a misguidingly strange figure with bare feet and dark eyes. The rain always seemed to make her skin paler, moonlight making her seem leaner, and the figure at her side making her seem ethereal. A distant, forgotten angel.

but he didnapos;t forget, standing beside he like a satellite sent to be artificial company. He was a figure of dreams and of irrational things. Not a monster, but a beautiful face with fingers tangled deep into the air of reality. He was lust and conquered id, seething uncaged anger and righteous mutilation under platinum locks. Wearing only the malice of a thousand broken hearts, of a million loversapos; lies, and only one shattered dream. His own.

they walked together down the streets of every city, until nothing was left. Together.

at last.

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i walked into the bar, twisting my wrist in a swift motion. The blood splattered perfectly against the dirty concrete walls. Nothing was clean, everything caked in ages of dirt and years of sin. I was holding my breath, but immediately lost control after the 23rd heartbeat of my own heart. Someone elseapos;s was beating with mine.

apos;irrationalapos;, i said to myself. apos;to feel such a strong current of life flow through me.apos; i looked around and i saw nothing except broken debris. Old souls rotting in their fleshy containers. Old, young, new, used. All rotting away in their own hells.

i looked to the stage and i saw a flash of skin, dirty fingernails and bloodshot eyes reaching for what they thought to be justification of their own existences.. And then as the screaming began i watched her move behind the shadows. Always flaunting what she didnapos;t need. The current model she was test driving was tall and deathly skinny, a drug addict, and self-perpetuated fuck toy for men and their endless drives.

of course, she did this as some kind of punishment. She hadnapos;t seen me yet, and i was beginning to enjoy the way she moved the hips on this body. Like knives stabbing the air, back and forth. I let my face fall half-way into the milky stage light, for dramaapos;s sake.

i felt her heart stop. It was borrowed, but still hers in essence. And she was still beautiful, in her own sort of desperate way. Those eyes were still so large, so full of questions, and of truth she longed to hide. In nothing more than a second she disappeared.

i did not chase ghosts and she had not set out to be found. I left this hell to tear itself apart, i wasnapos;t needed here. I was at the end of the bar when i heard the glass scrape against the stained wood.

".. Wait." her voice was quiet, always was. Like someone had blared music, then turned it to just above being off. Jesus i had to strain to understand why she didnapos;t scream sometimes. Powerful words for such a small vessel. My eyes turned to see her figure, holding out a glass of something.

my lips curled back into a smile. She remembered.

she was still inside the other figure when i broke the glass and pressed it hard enough against her flesh to leave a circle of jagged cuts on her decollage. She didnapos;t smile or scream, just inhaled sharply. Oh it was music to my ears to hear that.

"itapos;s been a long time." i whispered as she held perfectly still. "where are you?" she didnapos;t move, but pointed to behind the stage. Shoving the broken neck into her eye, i let the body fall and followed her invisible pointing finger.

no one noticed, not in their own hell.
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i went through several doors before i came to an appropriate setting. So modest, and clean. Unlike everything else. It was underneath a soft veil of lace her real body slept peacefully. I couldnapos;t tell how long sheapos;d been like this, but from the fact the door had been bricked over meant it had been at least several decades.

i felt ironic as i leaned down to kiss her. Evil does not awaken the damsel, it consumes her beloved and leaves her broken. But we werenapos;t a fairy tale either. She didnapos;t wake up and i knew why. But i rather liked her when she was asleep.

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