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SplitJack stared at the man across from him who sat back in his seat, taking in the details of Jack's small living room in East Melbourne. The man looked a lot like Jack, from his short brown hair to quite a similar face- in fact Jack couldn't even put his finger on what was different, but it simply was.
Jack shifted in his seat nervously and instantly felt the pain of his body again and winced.
"still hurting from last night?" asked the man.
The man looked at Jack "sorry about that, I believe Raegan's to blame for those" he nodded to Jack's split lip and numerous bruises, along with various cuts adorning his arms.
Jack cocked his head to the side "I thought you said your name was Raegan?"
"No I'm Regan"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
Regan rolled his eyes " Ree-gan" he pointed to himself, "and Ray-gan", he then pointed to the bench of the window, Jack turned his head and saw yet another man who looked similar to Regan, absent-mindedly grinding a large knife across a whet stone, in fa
SavioursThe shadow started to gain on the man as he sprinted around another, his heart thudding almost as fast as his feet could hit the pavement. He could practically feel the hot breath of the looming beast behind him as it skidded around the corner.
A toothy grin spread on the beasts face as it saw the man hit a dead end and turn, the creature stopped and rose to its full height and gave a roar at the man.
"STOP RIGHT THERE DEMON!"
The beast whipped it's head around to where the voice had come from, only to be blinded by the stunning glare of the figure at the entrance to the alleyway, adorned in shiny armour with pristine white robes draped over the mirror-like plates, the knight rose a large sword and pointed directly towards the beast.
"prepare foul creature! for your time of reckoning is at hand! for by the divine grace of god himself I have slain 300 of your bestial kind! Hark! though I walk through the valley of death, I shall FEAR NO EV-"
"OI!- do you mind?!"
Both the Demon and
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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