In the corner
fuzz mouthed
—blink out
lamplight
flickers orange
focus returns
followed by scent of lime
silhouette in corner
no
white form layered
darkly.
Undercurrents thicken
breathe in, step to
as she steps out—
feathers from capped temples
loom, flicker
skirts like octopus tentacles
flow,
light
flicker.
Flor de Muerte turns
grey
under
her eyeless gaze,
grin opens,
faces me—
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