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The Violinist Requiem
Icarus

I stumble upon these halls of yours,
As your dark requiem unfolds beneath the guttering spotlight,
Witnessing the symphony torn from your flesh,
No melody,
Only the violent drip of pain inked in crimson,
Leaving a metallic scent of blood slicing the air we breathe in.

You trembled,
As tears of agony traveled down your face,
While you bandage your secrets,
Forcing them to nest beneath the pale cloth,
As they become wailing phantoms,
Rattling the cage within your rib cage,
Yearning to be heard.

You could roared your torment into the void,
Scrawled your agony across the burning skies,
Yet, the world forced you to swallow your howls,
Severing your tongue,
Forcing you to speak only with the language of blood,
While locking your voice inside a coffin of skin.

And so you played alone all your life,
On a stage that was never meant to be heard,
Exposing your wounds behind bleeding curtains,
Each note only played by the sharp bow,
And I alone swallowed your raw eclipse,
Haunted by your monstrous truth that came from your scarlet scream,
Force to hold the unbearable weight of your unvoiced suffering.

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Close Encounters 3
Christopher Dabrowski

Frank struggled to pedal his disheveled bicycle, squeaking unmercifully as it advanced toward the hilltop.

Suddenly something lit up.

He stopped to see what shines so brightly - a UFO.

The hatch opened, and a mangled alien crawled out.
He lifted a paw and howled in human language:
- Hello Earthman, I come in peaces.
I thought it was a flying saucer - waved surprised Frank.
- You are welcome to come inside, we'll give you a lift so you don't have to toil on this primitive two-wheeler.

He needed no repetition - that day, Frank was not late for dinner for the first time.

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