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Oct 2016
hallelujah, it's halloween
our eyes are stitched shut
to hide those awful
things we've seen

they are lit
behind a burnt
orange film
screen

they play like movies,
these nightmares,
surreal and haunting

like acid drops
to the end of our
tongues

we trip like torches
towards the sun, our flames
merge into one another

we shine so bright

and burn everything
in sight,

all those hallmark cards
laid to waste, those dears
and sincerelys

now just faded
memories

thank the lord
who set every forest
ablaze

every animal
has it's fate;

a simple beating
heart is just a
red, plump
container

with a name
Alexander Coy
Written by
Alexander Coy  Austin
(Austin)   
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