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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Poesíaa collection of random pieces of poetry that i've written in 2023. (really, anything from love to surrealism.) huge thanks to anyone who reads this; most of the stuff in here probably makes absolutely no sense (even to me, lol). mostly inspired by t...