from Wed., Feb. 10th

The green cookie
of the sun,

the sun of the 

milky night.

Dropping the heart

of the beast.

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The warm air hisses

her shin as the wind

flows through her hair

while she ventures down

the never-ending highway,

carefree.

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Burning, twisted,

dead. Arms and

stiff hands droop

and lay barren.

White frozen flesh

melting into water.

Carrot nose and
earthy eyes fall

on the lawn.