it's incredible how the dark changes things, isn't it? All the green things that fill the air are lipsticked thick with gorgeous stink of creek river, purpled by the night The sweet stray you thought was your friend is now howling in time with your flickering pulse a bump in the night sends the sleeping bitch in the yard cage barking and your skirt is getting tortured into thread as your slippers stumble over air There is no space for the charming town you thought you'd tamed earlier that day the mountains they tame you though you thought a wild child would slip right into place with the dusky shadows You realize with new clarity what someone told you earlier when it was safe the trail you are walking alone is the unmarked grave of a railroad You wonder if the imperfectly glowing faces of foliage are ghosts watching you pass You wonder if your ghosts are scarier but they are already dissolved into the potion this town is fixing they get taken out in bodybags by the haunts of this place the windows of what you realize is county jail rattles its bars at you bares its fangs and dares your eyes to search the dark for what might be footsteps A lot of old history molds on your bones, you know turns you into something hairy Return to the Kentucky Collection.
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