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    gor mu
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  • 11/18/2017
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Meridion - 1. Jericó

I remember the taste of cheap vodka and beer in his breath,
and the way his lips felt against mine when they first collided,
wet, warm, sloppy. Disgustingly so. Endearingly so.
I remember the way his teeth hit mine in a drunken stupor,
(he had braces)
and how his tongue invaded my mouth without warning, like a wave crashing into the shore.
I remember the way people looked at us,
estranged, amused, confused;
some cheered as he held my hip in place with his hand,
most said nothing, but I couldn't care less at the time.
None of them knew he was my first.
Neither did he.
I remember how it felt like it had lasted an hour,
and just the fraction of a second at the same time,
because at that moment quantum physics suddenly seemed to make perfect sense.
I remember how he boldly, loudly proclaimed he was straight,
right after his tongue left my gaping mouth,
and how in my drunken state I comically remarked that I wasn't.
That earned some laughs, but my hands were still shaking and my heart still felt like a time bomb.
I remember the three cigarettes I smoked in the bathroom later that night,
desperately trying to make sense of what had just happened.
It had been a dare. I'd known that.
I remember how one of the older guys took me to the side after it'd happened,
to ask me if I was okay.
I remember how I assured him I was.
I remember how I hesitated to say that.
We were fifteen.

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MacGreg

Stark and honest, no fluff needed. I felt like I was there in the room, playing witness to your awkward adolescent moment. Keep it up. 

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Lacuna

I really like the title of this collection! The parenthetical statement as a fifth line makes for very interesting pacing; it almost removes the reader from the scene for a moment. The ending feels like a story told backward; I think it would be interesting to explore telling more of it in this way and see how that changes the dynamic.

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Parker Owens

You use quick, decisive strokes to paint this picture. I can hear and feel what you describe, and read each word flashing in your brain. Well done. 

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gor mu
On 18/11/2017 at 7:21 PM, MacGreg said:

Stark and honest, no fluff needed. I felt like I was there in the room, playing witness to your awkward adolescent moment. Keep it up. 

 

23 hours ago, Lacuna said:

I really like the title of this collection! The parenthetical statement as a fifth line makes for very interesting pacing; it almost removes the reader from the scene for a moment. The ending feels like a story told backward; I think it would be interesting to explore telling more of it in this way and see how that changes the dynamic.

 

12 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

You use quick, decisive strokes to paint this picture. I can hear and feel what you describe, and read each word flashing in your brain. Well done. 

Thank you so much!

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