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Romulus—the dog that smelled of sun-baked fur and dirt,ten years pressed into the seams of his chest. He carried him through the glass doors,yelling something half-formed to the receptionist,“he’s in pain—just…”and the words dissolved into the silence of strangerswho already knew. Romulus on the cold stainless table,eyes too wide, whites swallowing the brown,staring at him…
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the day endedlong before the clock admitted it. I sit here now,gathering my thoughtslike dirty laundry—this stained journal,this dim bulb’s piss-yellow light,this bottlethat doesn’t judgehow many timesI pour it. there are dayswhen no familiar facebreaks the monotony—no voice that saysI know youand means it. oh, I’ve got people—somewhere.a sister in Phoenix,a friend in Denver,ghosts who…
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“We are together, yet alone—bound by unseen threads, separated by silence.” bb grey We are all prisoners, though the bars shift shape.Some are gold, some are rust, some we never see at all.A crown is a heavy thing, even when invisible.Even when it is only a thought, pressing down. Serfdom—voluntary, reluctant, inevitable.We sign the contract…
BB Grey--musings 