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| Back again. | Started by: Hybernian on May 23, '25 01:42 |
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My face hits the ground, for not the first time. Breathing. Sucking in the grit, filth and moisture from the streets.Spitting my blood and teeth. I roll onto my back to face my assialiants. " I'm not done yet". 3 men in dark coats stand above me, they wreak of bourbon and cigarettes. " this is a warning, this is us being kind". At that moment the restaurant back door springs open with a small dish hand carrying an arm full of rubbish. The 3 turn on their heels and walk, splitting 2 left 1 right. I lay th we re gasping. But alive. |
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I lay there for God knows how long. Unconscious. Without a family. Without purpose. The shaking wakes me, the slapping jarrs me. Toxic and CJ. Gasping I arrest and begin coughing, I can't remember what happened next. I landed in a small 2 bedroom apartment drinking soup bone broth. Hahhh the fucking mirror in the bathroom became my enemy. Broken teeth. Swollen face. They told me to stay until I healed. My lips and nose are broken. My front teeth shattered. I want revenge |
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| Reply by: Hybernian at May 23, '25 02:07 | |
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Those dark days, bleak for me. With my jaw wired shut subsisting on soup and barbiturates. He would come to me. In the night. Dreams of the sounds of skulls snapping and breaking understep. Without vision I'd hear them falling, clack, clack, clackering over one another. I step forth in the darkness, toward the sound. Curiosity driving me. What could this be? In perfect darkness i see the figure of a man. The light of his pistol illuminates the void for but a moment. He is clamouring onto a mountain of skulls. Black wraith unknowable as the night itself climb the heights only to reach that height. Close enough for a head shot. They drop where they stood. As I aproach this mountain of corpses, skeletons and skulls a surely ancient and decayed skull find itself at my feet. Shadows past me looking to assend the rise only to be shot down. Is this some mad dream? "Look at your feet in a dream. See where your really are". Uh. What the fuck. I look down and obsidian lighless floor becomes some perverse window into my own revival. I witness in those moments tox and Cj bringing me back to life. The horror of it alters me. Maybe I should look up. The horror above cannot be more than that bellow. I look up upon the mountain of rotten corpses and skulls. I meet his eyes and he says to me, " climb again, once more". |
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