The river dragged her down with rusted chains through the mud
with the moon’s hooked bone. Yet, in the shallows she walks
among the dead. Leaving the lantern burning among the stones
for the haints she has known. In the garden hummming the old
songs the wrens know best, while the wind lifts her caul like a
bridal veil. With the river’s cold fingers curling her footsteps as
she waits for someone to call her name. To come home again
to the dark angels of night, but the river speaks only in tongues
of silt and rot as she passes by. Her mouth full of candy, from
the Candy Store.
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The Candy Store
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