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A Story by Rusty

Where has my heart gone? The pain and loneliness that compels me to write replaced by dead weight like the calloused ankles that drag the prisoners chains he feels their weight no more.

Transfigured ugliness blended into a knowing smirk, wily and beguiling in his patience, the muse picks my flesh from his teeth, ravenous hunger returned, causing me to stare at my fingers.