/lit/ - Literature

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>See here in the cold embrace of night amongst the caterwaul of indolents, drunkards and debauchers and beside a few stray cats that are sejant on the herringbone pavement, an infant castaway of miniscule proportion. Frail, withered, these grey eyes that were once blue, these dreaded locks like hawsers, these arms with skin mottled that clutch themselves tight. A full moon perched above him like Heaven's blind eye that does not see or acknowledge him, so like the eyes of everyone he has known. This child who has beheld the expanse of human rejection, has been immured in it, and has now rejected himself.
>I show you the pennant of an invisible race, those walking miscarriages outcast since time immemorial. Speleans bitter in their caves. A race of those incongruent with the species the both long for and hate. The clinical blue of computer screens press upon their retrognathic faces whose foreheads are prematurely wrinkled and visages repugnant.
>The first raindrops of a nascent storm anele the child in his final breaths.
>See here a castaway now dead in the streets. This child is me.