why not?

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why not?

the earth is salted with

enough people that he should

never have seen her again

pale face

burnt lips

chipped smile

and yet

she takes up residence

inside of him


why not?

he remembers the moment

the bullet hit

her heart

heartless hallucinations

hiding in hollows

a living doppelgänger

to face down the dead

ghost girl who haunts

him every night;

floating in the doom of dawn

(in the place where

the sun washes

her face in the sea


why not?

the girl

ghoulish, gaunt,

grows

gathers

gazes down at his

face at the place where

his skull meets his

spine

at the place where the

ridges of the vertebrae

slim into skin

into blood

into bone

she slides her nails

down the cracks

and crevices

of his palm

his heart

his soul

chambers of blood

bursting

bubbling

blooming

he is falling apart the way

he was first stitched together

in his mother's womb


why not?

the bullet is fast

but the nails are never-ending

unyieldingly forever

the bullet draws no blood

paints nothing but

a ghost

a breath on the pane

of glass

that you spend

your whole life

skidding upon;

but the nails screech the cry

of a dying mouth

lips detached from

the head

detached from

the spine

arms and legs floating

in a space we cannot

call the universe

because they

don't exist without

a brain

a owner

a yielder

and blood flowers

bloom in a field

fronds of ruby

that glow the same

as the sun


why not?

he raises the gun she

lifts her head he looks

right down at her his

eyes meet hers they

are frozen together

tacked to the tarp of

time slowly lurching

towards—

he pulls the trigger

the bullet

the nails

the screams

the blood.


why not?


// inspired by two lines from random books: 

"why not?" 

&

"she takes up residence inside of him, a living doppelgänger to face down the dead Viennese girl who haunts him every night" //

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