Written by Keri Stewart
Art by NEOSiAM 2021
- she no longer exists, existing not in her past self.
- her death sprouts closed-lip demises with the mere exhale of her final breath.
- forget crisp-cut eulogies for they will not follow her current image.
- formaldehyde solution clings to her pre-mortem apologies.
- she deconstructs the oblivious nature of other-preservation, conserving her inner strength for ethical, selfish deeds.
- during her autopsy, she surgically replaces her silent-movie organs with unruly eager-expressing one’s stitched and sewn in irreplaceable individualism.
- she attends a funeral, and in the casket: her mirrored body mocks stillness symphonies and the time-crunching nerves of crackling rubber skin.
- medley of dissected dislocation otherworldly shrieks of her transformation.
- from larvae to far-fetched feathered crow, she emerges.
- unbound from botanical interpersonalizations that could weepy wilt her surplus of self.
- cliff jumping in adrenaline resolution, a body resurrected by the axe of candor.
- escaping the womb in a coat of vernix caseosa, not with a cry but with a strident step.
- the undead ditz of dancing towards self-preservation for body and mind.
- rejoicing in the massacre of her previous self as she lets the blood climb up her legs like a hungry cat and pleading child.
- black widow killer dressing in the revival of survival, heels clicking on cracked tiles.
- painting her face with the ashes of her past self, a skin enveloped in the particle grips of burned-away foolishness.
- mansion smirking in the mirror because the case of her past self remains cold.
- her revival sprouts second chances with the mere inhale of her first breath.
- she no longer exists, only in metamorphic versions of herself.
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