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Dregs
If you don’t believe I’m an optimist, you’ve never seen me at the tail end of winter waiting for the vagrants to drag their weary bones across the lawn, leaving trails of dust and grooves from worn-down heels gaping mouths turned toward the clouds praying for rain while the birds drop hulls from angry beaks…
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Funhouse
Today seems like a good day, she thought, to post a written affirmation in the third person of how she saw herself Words borrowed from someone else and filtered through a hazy layer of optimism angled just so to avoid showing the piles of shit in the background and viewed through a funhouse mirror Nails…
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Vultures
circling, waiting for the chance to pluck the eyes out of the children
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Dog Days
Maybe it’s the heat, the dog days smuggling water in through your pores and into your lungs, drowning you inside your skin forcing out your breath in labored syllables It could be the dark, creeping in an inch at a time until one day, driving home you take your eyes off of the road and…
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Mourning Dove
I found him at the top of the stairs without a head. It was a clean break, no sign that it had ever been there and though his face was gone his body lay in a pose of accusation making me the guilty one. I wrapped him in brown paper and threw him into the…
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Bridges
There is a bridge between caring and not Sturdier than it looks and once you take the first step, it’s easy to cross. You can see them there, still- the things you used to care about Feel them watching, catch the breeze that carries across a memory of them, the scent of something lost You…
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Cobwebs
I don’t know the people here with their serious smiles and their faces hard and dark, shuffling along, dancing some slow-motion two-step no one really seemed to take the time to learn I watch their tentacled hands, flaky skin and grotesque knuckles reaching toward their eyelids pulling the lashes out making wishes on the damaged…
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That Was a Long Time Ago
We were all disembodied captured behind glass eyes, red-rimmed and leaking fluids in our creased, cupped palms sliding through our fingers to the floor where they bathed in retribution. We were all glass-eyed, blinded, captured by our wrists, bound with the long and strangling cords of their self-loathing, we were hunched over ovens, burning flesh…
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Judge Not
Black robe, you are no Solomon, perched inside your wooden cage blathering like an imbecile left too long believing in your own insipid wit Lathering the flaccid patriarchal cock with the shit you saved from yesterday, tucked inside your cheek there is no room under the folds for the consequence of truth If you sliced…
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Left for Dead
I tore off my face I tore off my face and set a new one on, one without the scars, one with real eyes where the maggot holes had been one without the sounds of mad dogs barking in the ears, relentlessly. I tore off my face, and set a new one on one with…
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