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Feb 2014
Grandmother veins wrapped like seatbelts around necks
Head first through windshields
Arms reaching around their tombstones

Worms playing hide and seek in kidneys
Gutted pigs in slaughter

Faded wreaths
Fake flowers
Streetlights

Disappearing children
We are fading with each step
Dust in the wind
Dissipating

Happy birthday whispered
Baby wings on *******
India ink burned

Who do you belong to
Who gave you the key to unlock your shackles
Fly from the car

Yellow caution tape
Siren anthems
Resounding death rings
Ten of my classmates died this year in car accidents or strange medical mix ups. by the line "who gave you the key to unlock your shackles" I am referencing that none of us are truly free, how did 10 of you get away? I'm not sure if I'm even making sense anymore. Does anyone really read this part anyway?
Wednesday
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Wednesday  Virginia, US
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