Lovetruckerthe Wound of Love
September 2nd 2008 12:11
Homing in on her future, she approached the beacon of the roadhouse, shivering with intuition, intent on nothing. Her present metamorphosis was complete and each turn of the wheel brought another revelation, another boredom.
The Lovetrucker dined on thin air, assailed by a horde of horror, manifested internally and then released upon the world. He sensed indifference, and turning towards its source, believed he saw the shape of things to come, limping across the vastness of his heart.
Was that really her? He had long ago plugged the wound of love with words and wine, hating all that he was not and regretting what he had and hadn’t done. Here was proof, emerging from the gloom, daring to confront him in his tomb of dust and promise hope to the hopeless.
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