February 2012
25 posts
The Kummbackid
I have been shucked, I shutter, clutchin the dried up, empty thins of my husk. Crunches. Cue horns, slow an’croonin. Snake rattles. Enter Tallbooted Stranger, furrier an’more fullmooned than I ever knew. Shot me from behind. The backs of my knees fold like paper cranes, an’blurred warm colors bleed over my eyes; think Rothko, think Saint Valentine’s Day Massa-cree. My hat falls in front...
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Hollow me out so there's nothing left
but the skin over my bones.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
