fright-lurch
panic-sink
shock-cold
fear-shake
latched on me,
that usually temporary grip -- usually
usurped by logic-survival -- is
sleeping with me tonight.
I watched the girl from down the road
throw up on a tree, her
little sister's bedroom
crumpled into their
lounge
the oranges and yellows making
silhouettes of the palm trees
better than any sunset could
Friday 13th, you've out-
done yourself.
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