i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.
Something was stirring inside the statue’s mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.
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"If you interrupt her now, you will not only incur the wrath of the Klingons, but that of Lieutenant Uhura as well.”
as untouchable as the stars that fly past our ship.
I got a one way ticket, I’m a rolling stone,
I’m a goodnight kiss and I’m going, going home.
Like wind, like fire, like rain,
Know I’m never coming back again.