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Death Throes of 2025

Musing

By Harper LewisPublished 11 days ago Updated 9 days ago 1 min read

It must be nearly over, the neighbors have begun lighting the wicks and fuses of the missles, bombs, and candles in their arsenals. The dog is hiding under the coffee table in the loft, and I still haven’t moved my clothes into the closet in the other room. Clean sheets are on the bed, and my husband is shuffling the cards. We went out for pizza after crossing new sexual intimacy bridges, skipped the appetizer, and shared a piece of cheesecake after one slice each, sausage and onion. We brought the rest home in a box.

I vacuumed the bedroom this afternoon, between baths. I’m spending a lot of time in my bathtub, surrounded by my rocks. I think better there, in the hot water, incense burning, candles glowing, rocks patient and silent as a tomb.

Life

About the Creator

Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.

I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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  • Lana V Lynx11 days ago

    Sounds like a good way to start a new year, Harper.

  • Kendall Defoe 11 days ago

    Fireworks and a hot bath... Can I come over? ;)

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