a void of black matter


the windows are dirty 

and she cant see anything 

but foggy and distilled images

merging into car crash

merging into stiffened jaws and 

firm, purple upper lips.

 a carcass of dying things

a mouth of maggots 

eyes made from polished silver 

and scrubbed hardwood floors.

She doesn’t wear glasses but

she goes to get her eyes checked because 

everything is dark without reason.

in a haze, subtracting the hue of light. 


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