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Love Like a Rebar Sunrise
by Suzanne Madron
Your letters from the edge of the apocalypse still haunt me, lover.
Your clanging sighs echo still from the blackened spaces of dead structures to fill my empty soul with all the cruelty of love’s exile.
Your machinery is rusted silent, grown still in half-finished nights. Your heart fire is cold, no longer even embers where once there were flames so hot that to view them was to burn in your passion.
Your rebar limbs stretch now in a rigored silhouette where once they stretched toward the sky in awakening against the sunrises and sunsets.
You reached for the fire of the gods and instead fell back to the earth, to my waiting arms, a wounded industrial Icarus.
And I left you to fend for yourself among the architects who sacrificed you.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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The house across the street seems to go on the market every few months, but this time nothing about the sale is normal, including the new owners. No sooner has the for sale sign come down and the neighborhood is thrown into a Lovecraftian nightmare and the only way to find out is to attend the house warming party.