Junk - Red
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Just a passer-by, sidewalk chalk dust washed away by automatic lawn sprinklers.

"Have you seen Susanna?"

They laughed, gathered in a dark circle around a car battery, sucking luminescent pacifiers under Circle X neon - red, red, red.

"Baby left you, huh?" One of them leaned back and stretched to her feet. Slight girl with long, transparent hair, couldn't have been more than 14.

"Have you seen her?"

"Do you pick up strays?" Walked over to where I was standing, reaching with glow-in-the-dark hands. "I'm a little lost kitten, can I cuddle with you?"

"Have you?" My left arm was starting to shake in the shadow.

"Don't you want to take me home?" Had on a Dust Lag shirt, the one I designed.

"Where is she?" Above - red, red, red. Her hair shimmered pink black brown.

"Don't you want me?" All the e's were cracking up as they watched, and I couldn't move as she slinked right in front of me, her pixel-glazed eyes staring into mine.

"Where?" My legs wouldn't listen.

"Shhhhh." Placed her palm on my chest, and I felt her power even through my jacket. "You're mine now." Her breath was freezie sweet, and as she moved her hand up and curled it around my neck, I wanted to run yet my feet were hers.

"Don't" Pulled my head downwards, her eyes flickering like the space between channels.

"Do." She parted my lips with shining thumbs, and kissed me a secret.

It's over.

Over.

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