911 Distress Call MAG

November 25, 2015
By elsiechaan SILVER, Vancouver, Other
elsiechaan SILVER, Vancouver, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both. - Ann Aguirre

Mit dir in mir beginne ich den tod zu ahnen.
With you within me, I begin to anticipate death.
   –Jenny Holzer, “Lustmord”

I lay unmoving, shrill screech of tires at
my 9 o’clock –
my final requiem. The blinking streetlamp
my pitted skin, a bouquet of black and blue,
blossoming like an ocean gradient.

He was psychedelic, wobbling, shot up with
crystalline powder
as he approached with his leathery breath,
like a newborn deer.
In a flash, my favorite dress became confetti
and he laughed;
I was close enough to count his freckles.

The Oxford definition of sparagmos
is the ritualized
tearing apart of a person – I feel rearranged,
the 206 of my human bones a masterpiece,
shattered prisms of grime and rot and
constellations of blackblue.

Last night the neighbors thought they saw a sleeping girl
in the back alley, arms and beige tights crossed over delicately –
they did not want to wake her. In the morning, there is
a chalk outline and a bright blue bag around my lukewarm body.

The author's comments:

This piece is an epigraph, written for a poetry assignment at school.

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