"A streetlamp buzzed, coating the sullied sidewalk in a flickering dew of sepia and shadow. Shattered glass and shards of stainless metal cradled the light, granting asylum against the vacuum of dark that swallowed the night. Shouting and mad laughter, car horns and engine groans, rap beats and sad soft trombones all took their turn waltzing with the chimes of midnight. Cold colorless walls lept feet from the concrete, sheltering the vagabond's parade from the hope of stars.
The gap between his shoulder blades rested nervously against the cold metal lamp post. He felt the fear of every passer by, drifting by some measure from the ebony silhouette that matched his skin. He hated them. The further they drifted the more he desired to realize their fear, burying them in the cuts with his gangsters scowl and felons menace, all the while drowning his heart in scalding baths of self loathing. He trembled, doubling over with hurt, searching with shaking desperation for the glass pipe in his pocket.
Resin, left over from this afternoons use, caked the pipe's hollow. As a heavy sob threatened to storm from his emptiness, he fired the black reminence, soft inhaling with the gentle tenderness of a summer boardwalk kiss. His lungs held in their swirling bounty like a woman in want of child clenching inside herself the wet treasure of sex.
Eyes closed, his exhale grew into a great cloud backlit by beams of neon in the twilight. All went numb. All went silent. All that remained was a chasm carved by despair, sharp and jagged in defiance of love. His eyes opened.
He felt nothing at all..."
How I have wept for you.
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Wonderful
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