inspired by Kelli Costa's '002'
she is the glow amidst the tree storm, waves brewing across the far end of the forest. no one reaches shore to look into her house through the solo window, where she is rocking in the nausea of solitude. drum it to the violent sweep across the table, to broken porcelain cups, a soiled bra & her hair on wooden floor boards. bloated water bride, gurgling hot agony. tap it on her tears. tap it shut it close.
the lullaby strummed on a flying guitar has gone shattered; it is emitting smoke all over the room. she throws her body against scattered pieces of furniture, screaming muted scream like a ventriloquist who has lost her dummy & can only mimic her soul. when all the lamps & chairs & drapes have fallen, she crouches underneath the window & weeps. she has no strength to set fire to the forest. she never will.
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