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Ophelia Mar 2019
Angry as ghost
locked behind light fixture
Only brain stem reminds her to breath
Gutter mouth.
A decade of nicotine shows
With each open mouth exhale
Yellow.
Her lights flicker
Off.
On.
Off.
Clawing desperately
At trails of used up lovers
She is pounding on plexiglass
hear her howl when the wind kicks up
Cracking body hard
against willows and firs
kicking tirelessly at Midwest dirt.
Reason wanes
Tangled in blunder
Still,
She is not lost lovers
Reminding her to breath.

— The End —