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Are you familiar with the legend of a boy named Cilan Burns?
If not, it's a story that is easily learned.
It starts with a mother which was ill,
and a son that seeked for help up until,
a man by the name James Alexander presented himself,
no coincidence could be as greater, as you could tell.
a father burried beneath a growing debt,
such horrors to which that situation has led.
the boy soon became a prey to a group of five,
a fateful encounter that assured him his death would soon arrive.
limbs shred to pieces, an exterior to no longer be regocnized,
a hand reached out to help to be seen as an unsuspected prize.
cursed with the ability to find no peace with his end,
the boy had found within the demonic pact a faitful friend.
tormented by his desire to act out the soiled beauty that is revenge,
the child had no effort to find the sinners he would sense.
And although they got what they had coming for them,
the boy still had no tranquility to grasp for in the end.
fear not, for the dem
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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