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The acid blood of the dead kelpie washes over me
one final time.
And this time,
the claws dig deeper,
tunneling inside of me and leaving
trails of pain like fire behind them.
They hit something deep inside of me,
something important.
The world blackens like it’s been charred by fire
as I fall.
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Casey Rosenthal
Lapis L.A.
Ed. Austin Shapiro
SLEEP STORY I
I am in the flying boat.
Lual, Mama, and Father are there.
They are talking in this gibberish language.
But…
Lual looks out the window.
They're here! he yells.
Hide! Run!
But Lual, I say, there is nowhere to run or hide, we are trapped in the boat!
I look out, but I can't see, all I see is black clouds.
BAM!
Suddenly, the flying boat shudders with pain.
The men with guns arrive,
and the noise of the guns fill the air.
More flying boats,
from the men with guns,
drop pieces of metal, the size of Father’s finest cattle on the ground.
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