The
Killing Machine
The
Our Father
Daddy
Long-Legs
Moves ToThe City
Desperation
Show
the
burning jar
nosferatu
american
gothic
the
presents of loss
ourselves
forsaken
our
killing machine
salamander
pond
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nosferatu
pavement bloodless
hallway stretches out for miles of barren parking lot an open invitation
to the guiltless the lost for love--the dead. the shrouded thunder
comes up in veils from the highway cat screams out of the darkness.
someone out there has been killing cats again--an almost transparent
shadow stares stalks hunts bleak on cracked peeling membrane pavement
gives birth to rotting corpses in dusty raincoats yellowed fingernails--mute
and grinning
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