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Scorched Earth
Last Cigarette Under The Rock He was the last of forty-four. Educated killers in clean boots. The best, they said, then broke. Forty-three went into stone. Into fluorescent burrows, teeth bared. They fought until numbers meant…
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…Accelerant blazing, I lit the room. I twirled mitsune, round and round. Marveling at the bleeds coming from underneath the wallpaper of my hotel room, I thought for a moment about just sitting there and I did for a while. It was very painful, yes, but I wanted to be baptized in flames for my best friend and my comrades, or blessed by a holy star who took them to heaven. I’ll find him, but the path is blinding and will incinerate you if you open your eyes. Up here, the rain was a cold baptism. Down there, a star had been born and died. And I was still here, the last of forty-four, breathing in the scent of ozone and something older, something that promised a different kind of reckoning.