dressed up in her lips,
I'll say all of her words and
write them into mine
I'll pull her face on
and slide her eyes
into my place
It's a dirty little secret
and on 125 towards the river
I remembered how you sold your soul.
I saw you jump, and I saw the fall.
wreckage has cost you
all that you are, has taught you
all that is to know;
and I drove.
I came upon your mother's hollow house,
the one she wore inside
it was crunched and bitter and blue.
I took the same old turns, then flew.
I looked at what I gave and stole
and ate the graves of babies in that hole
I tore lifeless and minature spines, I
devoured rotted soft spots, and ran
1000 times, but
here I am, here I am, here I am, and when
I find her, I'll keep her, I'll
dress up in her face
I'll peel my skin and shed the ink
I'll pull her eyes on over mine until I see in place
I'll put her lips upon mine like earrings
I'll speak her words and tattoo them in trees and
I'll stare at this long winded mirror
and not blink
until her mascara dries.

Decatur-Eckmansville Road
By: Elle Ketterer