it's incredible (7/25)

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

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