POST-HUMAN Sweet incense past waking face, which suddenly smiled as I felt no fear or pain seeping from within, as in past days. With haste and glee I rose, complete morning steps to test the temper of healed limbs; the glory of this new breed of life. Descending to where guilt-stricken residents soon rejoice; my mouth's corners reach for the sky. Unlikely salt filled the place; I could plug no eyes nor draw even one as I danced with impossible grace upon the kitchen table. Disturbed by the disarray an inquiry I cried; to my dismay the question fell on corroded ears. Upon the street in fearful isolation, crowded on all sides, with regretfully power to escape sight's line. Ran until the walk was spent, blindly then continued - What game is this? no cars honked or swerved off-track Consumed by magnetism. Sprays of flowers; mute farewells; fancy place of business; recalled from death of someone tied by blood. Alarmingly accustomed to the place; consumed, drawn inside to peer at an artist and his work. vulture hovering over me- preparing shell for final presentation; bringing color to my frosty lips
Jessica Erwin
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