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Description
Monday:
sirens undertone the dark
outside my window. which means
someone’s house is burning,
burning
while a little girl
at the age of eight
laughs and plays with her doll-y.

Tuesday:
car hits into a
wall car
collides into
a car
hits a child chasing
a ball.

Wednesday:
spider, spider
in my windowsill ate
the fly that once would fill
my ears with that buzzing
now all lies still
there is a carcass
and the breath of a kill
and a caress of lips
in my windowsill.

Thursday:
flowers aren’t beautiful
until they lose their leaves
and their colors fade to grey in
the dull light of winter
the smell of their dead bodies
brings a grin to my smile and
an irrevocable sense of humor.

Friday:
everyone’s crying and I misunderstand
why everything tends to expire and
transcend so effortlessly
a wooden sarcophagus is lowered to
cold ground, bowed and swayed
to prove us erroneous and
white doves fly to
the air above my head.

Description
Monday:
sirens undertone the dark
outside my window. which means
someone’s house is burning,
burning
while a little girl
at the age of eight
laughs and plays with her doll-y.

Tuesday:
car hits into a
wall car
collides into
a car
hits a child chasing
a ball.

Wednesday:
spider, spider
in my windowsill ate
the fly that once would fill
my ears with that buzzing
now all lies still
there is a carcass
and the breath of a kill
and a caress of lips
in my windowsill.

Thursday:
flowers aren’t beautiful
until they lose their leaves
and their colors fade to grey in
the dull light of winter
the smell of their dead bodies
brings a grin to my smile and
an irrevocable sense of humor.

Friday:
everyone’s crying and I misunderstand
why everything tends to expire and
transcend so effortlessly
a wooden sarcophagus is lowered to
cold ground, bowed and swayed
to prove us erroneous and
white doves fly to
the air above my head.