the cat leaves a mouse outside my bedroom window. I watch the flies convening on the corpse like corporates. rain comes to scare them off. leave the dead alone. they scramble and the warning lingers, outlasting showers into another plastic coffin they can't reach.
red balloons grow through sewer grates. I'd follow them to hell if not for current affairs. between mirrors and headlines I can't look away. do we still need Halloween? is the nightmare not enough?
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