2 Works by BeaMea
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He pulls Eddie close, murmurs his love, even as he feels the remains of the rat smear across his own shirt. Smells the rot. Sees the color of hunger overtake the brightness of pain.
(Count Them)
Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six.
(Again. Again. Again.)A holy man once told Steve, You cannot reach beyond and go unscathed.
(Count Them)
Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty.
(Again. Again. Again.)A seer once told Steve, No spinning wheel will ever harm you, child. Tangible pain and hollow hunger. This is how you will go. .
(Count Them)
Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four.
(Again. Again. Again.)Steve’s bones ache as he tries to heal Eddie once more. As he tries to bring his Eddie back from pain and hunger and death.
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- Part 1 of janAUary 2023
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“Merry Christmas!” Eddie exclaims excitedly.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
“Why the everloving fuck,” Steve hisses, “are you telling me Merry Christmas at one in the morning a week before Christmas?”
Eddie actually has the audacity to look sheepish - something Steve doesn’t see very often - pulling his hair across his face with a shy laugh. Steve’s grip on the door handle loosens a little bit.
“Well, it’s almost Christmas, isn’t it?” Eddie smiles, a strange tenseness in his voice. “I’m here to spread some holiday cheer.” He holds up and shakes a small metal flask.
“It is one in the morning, Munson,” Steve repeats flatly. “If you’re going to spread holiday cheer or whatever, do it at a time when normal people are awake.”