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how long did we stay
like that, cocooned in silence
and flame-warmed shadows?
//
what spell was fire-cast,
to make us watch as logs were
slowly sacrificed?
//
who interrupted
the crackling music that the
solemn flames danced to?
//
you did, your eyes, flame’s
echo, when you said, “I have
to tell you something.”
///
About the Creator
Chloë J.
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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