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“There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.”― Truman Capote, The Muses Are Heard
The night fell like warm cement. Psilocybin-stained memories leaked from the wobbling end of a Menthol cigarette. Drawn breaths rasped red as his eyes squelched like split plums.
“I guess I was a good example of what not to do,” came the haggard refrain.
I sat before my brother like a scab sticking up from the spongy grass.
He went back to prison shortly after that.
I cannot quite remove the crimson stains from my hands…
“It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.”― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
Some years ago, he ventured into a sober-living home…
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