Hovering Headless
mannequins
haunting Goodnows
Their long nail-less fingers
finding purchase
in your ribs
Discorporate
Blue-eyed Indian
woman
watching
while
you
sleep
from the Wakefield
wardobe
Tiny little
hearts
hiding
under the bed
their beats
heard
in the hallways
pooled with piss
and righteousness
the pulse
and then
the
long final
beep
of
Asystole
November Poetry Project
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