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days would pass before she could stomach pulling the putrid sack out from her cottage kitchen corner the ripeness resonates as she struggles to stand to heave it: down the hallway down the stairway down the driveway she forces it out of the front door groaning and moaning with each breath of burden to unceremoniously set its fate in the cold-hard rain that cracks and crinkles its synthetic shell as it lies in wait to be swept away the next day this skin of wet waste and decay covering veins of stringy noodles doodles that never made drawings dinners that gave way to rotting jotting of shopping lists fists full of paper clips pictures and e

you alone could cause me to be blood-warm summery, sweating with those flaming tendrils which grasp at my breath though threadlike, threadbare torn from the sun which burns with the same fire my cold-clasp hands running a marathon towards your crisp, dark flesh and tender marrow which speaks like a robin a speedy persistent tick thin and warbling yet sufficient to call me near