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Michael McGinley
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MetropolisIt once occurred to me that I may not be alone in this city, not forsaken by the rest of the world. But when I picked up the phone of my residence – an abandoned apartment – and attempted to dial any number than may have been of any help in my present situation, I got what I had grown to expect and hate:Metropolis
“The phone lines leading to and from this city have been made inaccessible to ensure the safety of those on the outside. Please hang up and resume what you were previously doing.”
That was this morning. And the many mornings before it. I’m not entirely sure how many mornings there
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Breathe, So softBreathing... the air between now and then, Spring and Fall. It all seems so close to yesterday. I can remember. I remember open fields and cascading dreams - Hope, longing. It was so real then. Do you remember? I remember cities, sprawling, thick with smoke, thick with people. I remember summer days, warm, laced with innocence, leaving me for cold breaths. The air feels thin, yet, I know it's there, even when I cannot touch it.Breathe, So soft
I feel no fear, yet I am consumed by it. I am confident in my... ascension? Descensio
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Cutting ThreadsAs you transgress from your current train of thought, you asked yourself in bewilderment if the act you have comitted was one out of necessity, or rather, out of desire. Blood spilled is a life lost, and have you failed to realize such? By forcing the end of another's life, you snapped a thread that would weave so many tapestries that told the stories of so many intertwined lives. But no. There will be no tapestry created from the resource you so thoughtlessly ceased, as by such, the rhythm of the natural order of life and reality has been disrupted. Your own selfish desires have led you through a corridor of which there is no end, but ratherCutting Threads
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A Globe of ConfettiThough time stands still, your breath still fades away lost, without a chance for lifeA Globe of Confetti
the river still welcomes the warmth of denial and remains as lonesome as ever alone, desperate hoping for something more But only to have it thrown away
The rocks still complain off abuse while the grass mocks them with a laugh Bees get jealous and birds don't care drifting through time in their own small eternity
A globe, filled with confetti is all they see in the world Hit it once, it doesn't break hit it twice who's soul to take? &n
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Moon on the border of my eyeI am in front of my computer, when all of sudden a dim light flashes on the border of my right eye. I turn my head, afraid, to see it is the moon, partly hiding its glow in its dark side. At first I don't pay it any attention and come back to my monitor, but I can still see it, at the corner of my eye.Moon on the border of my eye
I turn my head again, but it hasn't moved. It it still there, stern, cold, gently staring at me through the darkness of my basement. I smile, and then go back to my screen again. But I can still see the white glow on the border of my eye.
I turn my head a third time. She is still at the same place, she didn't move in t
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