73 – Bourbon

The dragon waits Crouching in the shadows. It knows my scent And how my blood tastes. He knows I see him But plays along his part In this intimate game Of hide and seek. His claws are sharp, So is my sword. Our scars Bear witness. I raise the shot of bourbon And see his eyes within. He snarls, I …

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72 – Flip-side

The armor was hot, thick, clumsy and heavy. It was also totally useless; the twisted piles of bloodied metal all around him made that painfully clear. He tried not to think about his odds of making it out of this battlefield alive, all he knew was every sudden blast and dying scream around him meant they kept getting lower. The …

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71 – Cage

A haunted bird Finding refuge In the shadows. The comfort of a dark place, Away from the blinding light Of scrutiny or critique. Wings leaden By a thick layer of doubt, And painful memories. A quiet place to sit in silence. Far from the wide open sky, And the ground waiting below. A withering and sad beast Living within a cage …

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68 – Holes

There were always patterns everywhere, you just had to learn how to see them. Sometimes it took a lot of time and patience, but if you looked closely enough and long enough you could always find a rhythm in everything around. Even things that appeared random at first glance would show their patterns when seen close or far enough. Yes, …

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67 – Dreams

It was thin enough To be almost invisible. You had to run your fingers On the golden surface to feel it. But one you found it You couldn’t stop seeing it. The thin hairline crack Running down the middle Of the beautifully perfect face The world admired. Sometimes we heard other voices Coming from within. Their whispers trying to be …

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66 – Expectations

“–Are you sure there’s no sign of them? They were quite numerous.” “–Positive. We already ran the scan four times. Other than some scattered traces here and there, there’s no sign of them.” “–But they couldn’t have gone full cycle already, right? I mean… it’s just too soon.” The taller being turned away from the floating screens to face its …

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65 – Colors

A hug, a smile, A simple friendly nod. A welcome sign, An open door. A chat, a safe place, An act of random kindness, A word of hope. Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to heal. Safe passage home. A true friend, A protector, A shoulder to cry on. It’s sad today All these make us an ally, Rather than simply Human.

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64 – Wealth

“–Poor man. Can you imagine What it must be like To live in such misery?” The fat lady rejoined The group of tourists And climbed back into The air-conditioned bus. She never looked back, None of them did. The old man didn’t fit Into the script of their vacation. They left the village In a cloud of dust. Was he …

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