The
Quiet Coup
Between
buildings bursting with greenery, a city’s worth of citizens
gathered under a slate grey sky. String instruments sang out a
liltingly sad song, seeming to draw down the rain that wept from the
heavens. Those who weren’t weeping themselves stood quietly amongst
the massive portraits posted throughout the city of a proud, elegant
dark man. He was smiling, handsome, his salt and pepper hair close
cropped. Letters of grief were written beneath his face.
Amongst
thousands

Purpose.
By
Unicorn 1/12/16
He
seemed to study my face from behind a cruel smile as he held my
severed tail in his taloned hand. "It's not too late, you
know... they could still reattach it."
He
was probing my reaction, waiting to see how my features would contort
subtly at the teasing. He knew that I knew that in fact it was
too late. Not because of any potential failure in medicine and
surgical art - no, they definitely could stich it back on and even
restore some of the feeling i

So You Wanna Be
Prey.
Maybe it's something
you're trying to figure out, and maybe it's something you've already
admitted to yourself and come to terms with. But either way, the
signs have been there a long time. The sight of a wide open maw when
some big predator yawns makes you tingle. You can't see a big, round
belly without wanting to rub it and wonder what it's like just on the
other side of that stretched dome. The sound of a rumbling stomach or
of someone's lips smacking when they enjoy a