in other lives or other times
we danced in open graves, she chewed the backs of my thighs.
plotting some mischief little sister, pulling her hair.
creepy creeps, a whole danged family of creeps out in the grass, under the porch, tying ribbons and bells to the cats and to the kids.
singing christmas songs at halloween.
i was some awful monster inside her, pulling paint off the walls, sucking air, swallowing the vibrations.
my teeth grew to accomodate her tastes, she were an epicure, she wanted something ugly.
i offered at supper, at the haus, to help her with her prayers.
she invented horses. she invented hay.
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