Tag: microfiction
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Consumed
He was already dead before he was born, came out of the womb like void and now he’s the nightmare that lives down your street. Dwelling in desolation and isolation, he just wants to live in your house, live in your skin, take it all…
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No Trace
I used to want to be somebody, like a timeless, red bricked storefront with flashing lights and neat displays. Now I just hope to be nobody, like the flowering weed, covering ground, indistinguishable, leaving no trace. I used to want Now I just Step in time with the rhythms of the earth and mind, waiting…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 