death in the suburbsA Poem by amoodybluemoth bodies on the bed were the first sign; like omens in the form of insect carcasses wing dust littered across the mattress, making a light film to take a finger to a leg here, a head here, crushed we slept on them anyway.
the first one died under the kitchen table lying on its side, eyes closed, mouth open; still more fluid in the hand than expected it was wrapped in grocery sack and buried shallowly by the tree in the yard we dug past the roots.
the second one died by the front door, its black body marking the entrance to the house like it was just lazy or something, eyes open it was still warm and petted as though alive then thrown into the bushes we didn't mourn for long.
the third and final one died on the loveseat with cigarette burn in the upholstery it wasn't discovered 'til morning, mouth closed the only one that might've made it to sunrise it was chucked over the barbwire into the grass we tried not to look at it. © 2011 amoodyblue |
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Added on August 12, 2011 Last Updated on August 12, 2011 AuthoramoodyblueGray, TNAboutHello. I'm Kelly (17, high school student, works at a daycare), and this is probably my third account. I'm not very dedicated for very long to this kind of thing, but I'm hoping it will make me write... more..Writing
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