Found Out

On a cold steel table
in the prison morgue,
naked, cold and pale
barely an hour after
all appeal had ceased
on execution of sentence,
the autopsy doctors had
to cut all the way into
the stilled heart of last
month’s new moon to
catch on that she’s been
pure and white all along.


 
 

collaboratively,
based on notes left by sara

 
 

background notes — heptahedral

 
 

 

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