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Witch HuntElle wiggled her toes inside her boots, trying to warm them. She couldn't pinpoint where exactly the screams coming from the woods were, just that'd she'd be walking down the trail that led to them in a short moment.
"It's freezing out here," Justin said. He stood next to Elle, rubbing his hands in front of his chest.
"Don't worry, boy. You'll warm up soon enough," said the guide. She was an older woman wearing tennis shoes, jeans, and a coat zipped up to her chin. She clutched a flashlight in her right hand. "Especially if the hunters get you."
Elle grinned. "Better watch out, Justin," she said. "The witch hunters'll get you!" She jabbed him in the side.
"Quit," Justin said. He grunted from the sudden, sharp pinch under his ribs. "You're gonna be the one they get."
"Alright, alright, is this everyone?" said the guide. She shined her light onto everybodys' faces. Including Elle and Justin there were four others in their group that they'd been standing in line with for the past hour and
The Paralyzed CatThe room beneath the hidden door was large and filled with antique desks stacked to the ceiling. I stepped down into it first. He followed, and the cat bounded ahead of us down a narrow path between the towers of furniture.
"What is this place?" he said.
We followed after the cat. Our movements were restricted by everything tightly packed around the path. We found her a little ways ahead curiously looking around.
"You're here," said a rumbling voice.
We looked up to where it came from. A massive, inflated cat hovered near the ceiling watching us. Thick fur. Curled lips.
"What're you?" I asked. My companion stood next to me staring at the cat.
"What're you?" said the cat.
An uncomfortable noise began to hum.
"We don't know where we are," I said.
The cat grinned. "You're beneath it all," it said.
Its mouth opened, and the humming shrouded the room in a deafening quake. The hovering cat vanished then reappeared nearer to us, slowly crawling from an invisible tunnel. Its mouth
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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