not sleeping and not
breathing and instead she is found
in a suitcase at the bottom
of a lake
the rules of war are spelled out
in blood and in shit across
the bedroom walls of
all your lovers
it’s okay, you see
you can laugh
in the face of atrocity
you can eat the
ashes of witches
cut holes in the
body of the christ child
bask in the glory of whatever
dim light shines through
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