Her parents once told her she was an accident, and as the years tumbled by she grew into a catastrophe. She told me; I’m gatecrashing a party here. I have no rules. I have no (finger quotes) dress – code. I exist in a vacuum. I am in the empty spaces. I am life.
Or maybe the echo chambers. I didn’t say that. It came to me years later whilst going over our conversations again and again and again, trying to find a clue. I realise now that my one-liner would’ve killed her. She would’ve laughed, thrown her head back to show me those home-made fillings, those gaps where her brother forced her skull into a doorframe before violently closing it, the tongue chewed into ridges by dreams of murder and foxes eating people alive. Of course, even if the reply had come to me in the moment, I wouldn’t…
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.