Love dries up

Love dries up

A Chapter by TLK
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Here's the cure. Pass it on.

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I'm suffering from cotton fever. It's in my blood, itchy like the name. Absorbent, mopping up all the life that flows red and rusty. It wants to leave you dead and dusty, this disease, but I won't allow it. No. The cure is to give it to someone else, to pass it on, cuz misery loves company.

I like to find myself an innocent and shake them down. One good trick is to find someone trying to hail a taxi. There's a taxi rank right around the corner, you say, your lips curling with the pleasure of lying. Here's a shortcut and, oh!, most people are too grateful to question you.

When they're knocked out you prick 'em with the needle -- the same needle that pricked you. Hair of the dog, they call it, hair of the dog that bit you. Well, this dog has only one tooth and its bite is small but damn can it leave a trace of itself behind. You get 'em good with the needle. Leave them marks. Leave them a memory of mosquitoes making a beeline for their mainline, royal blue, jutting from the skin. Extra points if their lover will say, I don't believe your story, you an addict. Extra extra points if their mom will cry, How did my baby turn out this way? Who was it that turned them onto this path? You gotta bottle them tears, son, they'll be worth some thing some day. Mommas don't cry forever. Love dries up, dries up like the blood when you got cotton fever.

Press the cotton to their bleeding. Watch the red berries beading. Wait for that bad cotton, those long itchy fingers of cotton, to flow into them.



© 2012 TLK



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If there's ever a sign of any kind of talent a writer may possess, it's within the scope of giving the reader an insight, a clear point of view of the character he is presenting -without having to hit the reader over the head with a wooden baseball bat. When I go to read something, I will immediately be captivated if there is stunning subtlety. You have lived up to that and more. Why, dear sir, are you writing here and not for a publisher?

Technically, it's perfect. You are not here to collect invisible internet points, it absolutely shows. You are a thoughtful writer and member of this site. You also express yourself vividly and with some of the most beautifully written poetic prose I've had the pleasure to view on WC.

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TLK

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Publishing involves rules, man. I had enough of rules in 'Nam. (Was born in '82).

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If there's ever a sign of any kind of talent a writer may possess, it's within the scope of giving the reader an insight, a clear point of view of the character he is presenting -without having to hit the reader over the head with a wooden baseball bat. When I go to read something, I will immediately be captivated if there is stunning subtlety. You have lived up to that and more. Why, dear sir, are you writing here and not for a publisher?

Technically, it's perfect. You are not here to collect invisible internet points, it absolutely shows. You are a thoughtful writer and member of this site. You also express yourself vividly and with some of the most beautifully written poetic prose I've had the pleasure to view on WC.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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TLK

4 Years Ago

Publishing involves rules, man. I had enough of rules in 'Nam. (Was born in '82).

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Your writing's like poetry, love it. Although this made be feel rather sick, I feel like I need to have a shower, in fact I will. Fantastic.

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TLK

4 Years Ago

I will treasure your reaction as the very potent compliment it was meant to be.

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Good job! I liked it!

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Your writing has such lyricism about it. And the imagery-one picture after another-makes me feel like a child in a dark room, watching a series of illuminated images from an old black and white movie. 'Watch the red berries...' is so strong an image it's scary.

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TLK

4 Years Ago

I wouldn't like to be the child in that room.
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man this is so successfully eerie, I believe this man is out there, waiting for me the next time I hail a taxi..and somehow that next to last line, 'watch the red berries beading' seems the most sinister, that he'll punch you with that needle just to see the red berries beading, really well done, excited to read more.

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TLK

5 Years Ago

Thank you for enjoying the eerieness.
Wow.
Good job.
Its very... eccentric I guess I could say.
Very sadistic, yet poetic.

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TLK

5 Years Ago

Thank you for calling it 'sadistic, yet poetic'. I've just re-read it (and will quickly edit out the.. read more
a very nice, conversational artful style you have, initially i thought that this was a meancholic prose, sentimental and nicely paced.

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TLK

5 Years Ago

After 'Clenching', I must've wanted to write something from a baser register. So, here it is. Drug.. read more

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