(Poems) – headless Victory – 68 words

you can’t hold yourself together anymore. the cracks spread further every day. making yourself marble has made them uncurable. even a helping hand can’t heal absence. there’s no glue for marble, no fix for burnt books. There’s a reason Victory is still headless, and you’re still not happy. nothing stays important, no one saves you, …

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(Poems) end credits – 86 words

There’s rolling text when I die— names who helped, names that didn’t.  A startling construction of steel and thorns. Why I succeeded, why I failed.  All written between the lines of those who built me.  The backing music is a mocking drone.  The theatre empties before the words stop.  No anticipation of a legacy, no …

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