cereberus horse
Death opens the box
fingers the cemetery
looks for the right shade
of lipstick
fingers the cemetery
looks for the right shade
of lipstick
to know
herself
is to survive
herself
herself
is to survive
herself
for now, she is
a more translatable version
of
before
a more translatable version
of
before
insanity is
alluring
the importance of trapdoors
in one’s head
alluring
the importance of trapdoors
in one’s head
there she was,
sewing dreams
together
with the usual thread
sewing dreams
together
with the usual thread
allergic to time
the skull beside her
sewn together
by birth
the skull beside her
sewn together
by birth
NO:
a direction
pointing:
a figment of ghost
a direction
pointing:
a figment of ghost
phasing through the cemetery
to an abandoned church
where a three-headed horse
to an abandoned church
where a three-headed horse
chuffs, canters in the hollowness
hoof on stone
on hoof
on stone
on hoof
on hoof
on stone
on hoof
in the echo
swallowing dreams
with its eyes
a bit of soul kidnapped
swallowing dreams
with its eyes
a bit of soul kidnapped
causing her mind
to bleed ecstatically
the earth shifts
under her skin
to bleed ecstatically
the earth shifts
under her skin
falls through her thoughts
into inferno eyes
beckoning her
to pet the horse’s neck
into inferno eyes
beckoning her
to pet the horse’s neck
Six Pack of Turtles
beach.
flex my butt now and then
to impress people who pass
toes curling crab shells now and then
the urge to squawk like a gull
the sand warmer than the air, the water
a scream beyond
there are many possible causes
but always the worst
shoreline with fleshy trees of citrus fruit
is it rude to drink a paperbagged drink
while the lifeguard swims
child drowns
it appears the secret to swimming
is acting like your life
doesn’t depend on it
hunter a. allund is an MFA candidate in fiction at Brown University. They currently write, paint, and live in Providence RI with an imaginary greyhound named Gauss.
