but would not lift.
The dressing room was abuzz,
all eyes on oneself-
does the lingerie match
the brief?
A settling for tiger print
and red lace.
Walking amongst a
smokescreen of maze
in the darkened night,
I saw the twins
in recognition of each other.
One knew- I told you so in mock,
as the other threw bullets
into the fire.
Retreating to a pup tent
on a wooden deck
in fearful hiding, the explosion
ripped the air in shattered
fragments of color severe.
Lamentations were echoed
as we watched a living
corpse that would not die.
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