paper and metal

at midnight the mediums mix
my window is open for the breeze
but catches the coyotes cries
and suddenly I can see them,
their metal shoulders and copper fangs
filming green in their breath
their joints gliding on nuts and bolts
blood like mercury
and me, 
folded inside
a paper house
wrapping myself 
in a tissue paper quilt
envelope walls
covered in stamps 
the bathroom tiled in graph paper
I hold my breath 
too scared something will crinkle 
and they will come
their cries flying like sparks
metal on metal
threatening
burn down the house


 

AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

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    five songs
    last me a month
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    over and over and over 
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    until it has gone 
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    and I spit it out
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