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Continuing with the speaker from “It’s Nothing“
In a bright alleyway
someone pressed a stake to my back.
I struck their skull with my cane;
and felt the crack in my cranium.
I collapsed into them,
my head at their neck.
My fangs found their jugular;
I tasted no blood,
but felt the stabs in my throat.
As I reeled sideways,
my assailant mimicked my actions.
His right half grew out of my left half,
away from the light source.
I felt around for my wounds.
My neck didn’t have punctures;
I found my skull still intact.
Everything blurred but my victim
whining beside me.
Now I looked, I could see
he had no color but red,
trickling out of his neck
down his two-dimensional body.
Fractures of light marred his head.
In my voice but gruffer, said he,
“You can’t heal yourself
without healing me”








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