stick pins

I stood in the bathroom

this morning, smelled

an open bottle of medicinal alcohol

Images of fruit jars, alcohol soaked

cotton swabs, vomiting insects

choking on guts

Grade school bug collection

I never brought mine home

to hang on bedroom wall

Smell death lingering in flesh

I daydreamed butterflies unable to land

feed on nectar, stick pins in the way

They hovered until

they starved, floated to ground

colorful quivering autumn carpet

Impaled beetle walked up bathroom mirror,

metal shiv screeching on glass,

white chalk on a blackboard

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