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A Response From a Killer of Coral
The thing came green like kale I’ve needed to toss out for days–and bought on sale and removed edges browning and bent in with the texture like tips of my dead kinky hair. The thing came like ideas have to my mind, when I have drunk so much I could have been Charles Bukowski on a day he spent fighting off the shadows of beatings he got from his father. I admit—I did what many of our species have done to our own, and to a heart, we’ve helped become what it is today. I quickly picked a way to get rid of it, like we do of a harsh tearing sound when we need back in dreamland. What I did was put it in super hot water and watched it be devoured. What part of it went in it first never mattered. Sometimes, I think I know how it felt when it went in, as I remember my friend's face as we went into the courtroom for his divorce. There was never a moment I almost decided not to do it; another killer in the world can say the same. It could be in this room right now, grinning with its mask off, yet nobody sees it. And why should I regret sending it to its death? My own skin has done it to skin it made become, it has bathed and fed. The sickening threat it put into the atmosphere, to defend itself, was no worse than what my own skin has put in my life.
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