emptymouthpiece | SuicideGirls

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Rare Air

Part Sixteen

There was something, in my head. Never mind, carving faces into safety logs and naming doors. No amount of loneliness creates the feeling of something stuck and squirming in your ear. I’ll never know but I’m guessing a moth or fly of some kind. I woke to the beating of wings in my right ear and that beating kept up here...
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Rare Air

Part Fifteen

Well, I’m here to tell you. I abandoned the burnt ruins of my cabin and I continued to march up the side of the mountain until I found a tiny weatherproof crevice to call my own. Little more than a washout underneath a large rock. Surely when the snow began to melt once again, I would be in some serious shit...
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Rare Air

Part Fourteen

What do you grab? What do you search for or seek out when you know there is only precious seconds left to say goodbye to all of the things you call yours unless you plan to perish with them?

Clothes? Well sure, especially when you live near the top of a mountain in the snow. Your best coat comes to mind,...
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Part Thirteen

The smell.

You get used to it.

Coming from the outside, and the fresh cold air as they were, I imagine it was the best weapon I could have had if I had wanted one to use.

“Fuck me! Back out guys, I think someone died in here.”

The group of them, there must have been five or six, were mostly...
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Part Twelve

The pre packed and canned stuff ran out and so did my patience, with everything. The most I had managed to do was snare squirrels and they tasted like shit. I never saw another deer or even a racoon. Everything that could, went down the mountain when the white stuff starting falling. Everything except me, and them.

Loneliness. I want to...
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Part Eleven

Isolation is its own form of cancer and gone untreated it will kill. It’s easy to play the part of the anti-social loaner when you have plenty of people to ignore or find cause to denigrate for their very sin of existing. It’s easy for some to fall into the trap of believing that hell is other people. For all of...
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Part Ten

I didn’t look at the mayor, or the others in the crowd who pulled or kicked at me. I took a page out of Kelly’s book and I looked at the loud mouth asshole directly. “Do you want to try and stop me, asshole?” He didn’t have eyes for me anymore, suddenly he didn’t have words either. I looked at someone...
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Part Nine

Hands came in and started to pull at me and I had to swallow the first instinct I had to turn that knife around and see just how many of the ungrateful shitheads I could take with me. I didn’t need type two to steer my wheel. I could hear Kelly at that moment, laughing and leering, “You have a real...
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