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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


She was trying to bite me, and that wasn't one of pure conviction. She was out for blood. I could tell the monster didn't have compassion because she thought it was a dog eat dog, but I was free to turn to run away. I thought I could get someone I loved out of the fray, but with tears I turned back. It was all crumbling, the block, the city, remnants of family but maybe there was time to go back to the flat.. Maybe.. I needed a drink to think. The floors were wobbling, my world was crashing in the mind, maybe it was too in the real, but with nimble feet I jumped and ran.

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