Hollow Eve
HOLLOW EVE
scalped with precision
pressure and scooping of pulp —
wax burns inside skull
brains and seeds sodden
the black and white newspaper —
picking bits to eat
the orange crater
carried and placed on the porch —
cold and scary dark
flame flicker-licks wounds —
rounded eyes and crooked smile
mock the midnight hour
10/29/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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