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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY FIVE]
HEMISPHERE FORTY FIVE: GPG
“In the silence of the night, streetlights talk to each other by touching their lights to each other!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan
(NETHERWOODS TRAILER PARK)
A fatman, in a white wife beater, hurls a plate across the kitchen, shattering against the wall.
In the bedroom down the hall, GPG sits on the ragged rug, hands covering her ears.
“You fuckin bitch!” The man screams.
* * *
An eerie silence fills the air.
She has been here before, looking at the clock:
3AM.
* * *
She crawls to the window, reaching up, grasping the window sill in the sign language of one who climbs cliffs.
Pulling herself up.
Slowly.
Reaching a sliver of street lights beneath nights.
Published 26th Nov 2022
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