Monday, August 23, 2010

8/23/10

Magic Like Liquid
By Shawn Wunjo


The soft release of the spell tearing from your fingers leaves an imprint like fire upon your soul. The last drop of magic is a moon whisper, a breath of sunlight which blossoms in the wet night and leaves you convulsing, unable to smile despite the sensations, the cessation of need.

Sweat-slick and alive with fertile visions of warm potential, you collapse to the floor, breathe the honey-sweet breaths of the willfully broken.


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Shawn Wunjo is the author of a number of banned books.

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