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Day of the Dead

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He unwinds his nerves,
And chews on them like strands of hair.

She scratches through her skin with acrylic nails
Digging for something solid where the exes mark the spots.
She never hits bone.

They make eye contact for a second,
And both double back with scratched corneas.

In Mexico, it is the day of the dead
A broke-ass kid wears a mask with our hero's face.

Back in Pittsburgh,
He used to wear long sleeves in the the warm autumn.
Now it is August,
And he is piling on overcoats.

Anything to cover the scars on his sharp shoulderblades
From melted wax wings.

There's holes in his heels and he can't tell you why
He can try, but all apologies
Sink like sulfur down his esophagus

The only thing about our hero that's rising
Is the bile in his throat.
I fell from two pedestals yesterday and broke some shit on the way down.
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schriftsteller's avatar
This is awesome in the original sense of the word. Every line you've written here carries a very heavy weight and creates a clear cut image in my mind as I read it, which is amazing. I've had to read it three times now to try and collect my thoughts on why it's so fantastic, but I'm coming up short. The imagery is unique and visceral, the tone is dry but in the perfect way, and I'm in love with "They make eye contact for a second,
And both double back with scratched corneas."
Great work.