Naked

A day in amber dungeons. Moist walls and hard abdomens. A hell much too similar to paradise. Scales on the mountain weigh the space between here and now. Impotent epiphanies turn the child.

Letting the fire smolder. The soot is true. Burnt boxes warn the theives. That whore is dead. A summer of footprints. A winter of kisses. No one remembers. No one wants to. Except the headless goat. As it chews on her disappearing clothes.

The choice. The loud parade. As it shuffles through her hysteria. People. Faces. Rotten apples and used chewing gum.

All the things with skin laughing. At the girl who's misplaced hers.