BingoA Chapter by Raef C. Boylan22 A pair of adult swans lurking to break my arms and peck me to death, tearing off flesh like strips of crispy duck; take-away revenge for the entire pond. Wings flapping wind awash with failure, blowing me apart, squawking career career career - a concept that appears more senseless each repetition - while my head hangs over the bank, forcing me to face my own reflection, which mouths things like responsibility - and I try to pull the plug so I can watch mortality whirl away down the drain but my limbs dangle uselessly, mangled by two swans hungry for high-speed destruction. They take satisfaction in throwing me closer to the days of painful deterioration. Passers-by shake their heads at this premature dread, saying wait until you meet the two dinosaurs who greet you towards the end of the conveyor-belt queue to a derelict heaven, grinding life into the ground with feet oblivious to futile screams and dreams not yet seized; 77.
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14 Reviews Added on June 10, 2008 Last Updated on November 3, 2009 AuthorRaef C. BoylanCoventry, UK, United KingdomAboutHey there. RAEF C. BOYLAN Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/where-nothing-is-sacred-volume-i/1637740 I can also .. more..Writing
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