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Death of a car.
A broken down car, once shiny and new, is stripped bare, hollow;
It is abandoned in a paddock, lonely but unable to cry, unable to mourn.
The rain and wind harass it, grass grows up around it, reaching for it, clawing viciously,
The glass is broken, scattered like sharply frozen tears.
An army of matte red develops and takes it over, coating it and penetrating it to the core,
The car disintegrates, slowly falls apart, crumbles into a dirty red dust,
blown by the wind and trapped by the grass.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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