The Electric Ocean

Archer Braun
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There are some tales too wicked to tell.
They will moulder and fester beneath the leaf-littered carpet in the dark forest of the imagination, and their vapors will rise to color the limitless vistas of dreaming sleep.

There are some struggles played out on moonlit rooftops, where shadows dance together to the frantic sounds of scuffling feet, the pop and squeak of metal in flesh, and a long, last sigh which speaks of breaths which will never be taken. A passing-away of such powerful intimacy that any witness is forever changed and darkened.

There are epics unfolding on monstrous panoramas, where lightning flickers and the smell of the storm carries with it the mingled scents of fear and sweat. The thunder grumbles, while in the distance, generals gather in dark tents. They plan and plot, all for the joy of the carrion crow.

But, for now, you have only the memory of her mouth, a taste like peppermints. And that is your fading, sunny day beneath an autumn tree.

Breathe in.

This has just begun...