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punished
The punishment here in Thailand is still have less enforcement.
Posted By Ji On 04.08.2013 @ 4:42 am
distributor
he holds out the cards and the mob glances at them, then back at him. he grins. there’s one for each of you, he says, take one. the crowd doesn’t move an inch. they know who he is. he’s the man who distributes death.
Posted By ji On 06.27.2012 @ 8:38 am
gladiator
they give me my choices. to win and be free to all. to win and be free to no one but me. or to be bound forever in my humiliating chains. there is no decision to be made. i will fight. i must fight.
Posted By ji On 04.25.2012 @ 8:28 pm
sound
they lash out, beaks poised in anger. their white, white wings beat against my face, blinding me. there is nothing but infuriated screeching and the blank vision of beauty.
Posted By ji On 04.21.2012 @ 6:53 pm
sunglasses
he stands on top of the roof, searching for something–someone–down below. he doesn’t even know what he’s looking for. he’ll know, they said. maybe he would’ve found whatever or whoever it is if it weren’t for these stupid shades on his face. he has half a mind to throw them off the building, but he knows the consequences. he pushes them higher on the bridge of his nose.
Posted By ji On 04.18.2012 @ 7:51 pm
earring
there’s a hole in my earlobe. mom says it’s so i can be pretty. i don’t know why i need a hole in my earlobe to be pretty. especially when my ears are so eager to close it back up again.
Posted By ji On 04.17.2012 @ 1:35 am
entice
‘welcome,’ she says, with a lift of her wrist. ‘welcome, sit down, lie with me.’ you reach for the curve of her hips and breathe. oh, this.
Posted By ji On 04.15.2012 @ 1:26 am
nourish
my fingers outline the bones beneath my skin, the crevasses of my ribs and the mountains of my spine. there is no flesh here, no meat–no place for nourishment in beauty.
Posted By ji On 04.12.2012 @ 11:04 pm
ruby
her pale white lips were seldom this way. in the morning, they were pink with the blush of a new morning. in the day, they were the thick, bright orange of her favourite lipstick. and at night, her lips were always that deep, deep red, the colour of rubies, and just as enticing.
Posted By ji On 04.07.2012 @ 1:47 am
pleased
so please to meet you. pleased is something i’m not. the world is full of unpleasure. everyone wants more than they have. no one seems satisfied. no one seems pleased.
Posted By Ji On 07.15.2010 @ 1:14 am
