The Night Dancer

The darkness blinds me, and cheers and cries combine to buzz my senses. My voice is muffled. I’m losing feeling in my face. A movement in the shadow draws my attention to a caution. I note a figure among the specks of light. It is stomping on my chest and widening my eyes. The entire light is directed toward him as the piano strains continue to pound; as the violin string escorts.

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Coke Bottle

PANAS. KATA ITU JAUH LEBIH MENDOMINASI pikirannya sejak matahari terbit pagi ini. Sinarnya begitu menyengat hingga menusuk ubun-ubun. Alih-alih bersyukur karena jaket tebalnya mengering lebih cepat, wanita paruh baya itu memilih untuk mengaduh dan meneriaki nama Tuhan-nya berulang-ulang.

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