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rusthushing-
hoping to keep your
mouth sealed
with a bag of plastic,
an avenging wheel.
now little girl
you will reach eternal sleep.
lost in an ice floe, or a sea of teal,
a wombtomb without any seams.
your fingertips, weeping, will steadily heal,
revealing the bones of your dreams.
slow they carry you
along the side of
the road,
with a pair of scissors,
an ivory comb
each handprint smudging
interior windows
with rust we have left in the rings.
then we realize
it's an
unstoppable thing,
the wind blows
and you're whispering
as she sinks
through the soft rubicund
to blink:
"rusthushing,
rusthushing,
rusthushing."
