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Year Five

Submitted by admin on Sun, 01/16/2011 - 09:55
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Evan Mariah Pettit

Endless yelling. "Let us see it." "Does it still work?" "Give it here, now, woman!"

I had found one. They knew I had it. They caught me looking at it. I'm not sharing. It still worked, for now.

Kep begged me to let him see it when we were alone. His southern charm turned my stomach. The wanting. If it's wrenched from my hands it'll all be over. I'll break and bury it soon. I've learned enough. On the fifth anniversary of the Dark Year I will offer my body to the bonfire, with all the others. Others like me.

Author Bio: 

Evan Petit tells us: I was born and raised in Miami and now live in the eastern part of Tennessee.
I write things down because I am compelled to. I respect those who can truly articulate, in as many words as it takes, the things they see in their minds. Reaching into the unfathomable is a brave and daunting task. Experimentation, whether through words and punctuation, photography or music, keeps me in step with myself and at the same time outside of myself. Too much self is never a good thing.