Category Archives: Mirrors

The Kill #2

I can feel the nicotine; I clench my toes, relief. My clothes are clean and uniform. I pick out the standard; black t-shirt, black jeans, and black lace-up boots. I push gel through my hair, and check my shave. My … Continue reading

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The Kill

The ally sounds behind my apartment come to life at sunrise seven days a week. I crack my eyes to see the sun squeezing through the dirt-grayed window, eyes fixed on the pigeon, sleeping on the air conditioner outside. Most … Continue reading

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