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moth wings deepen on a matching wall
body cage rises to kiss the paint
where a skeletal train elopes
with a cargo of radiant black

passengers emptied into torn auditoriums
choking on the fire of firebreathers
and loving it
the frames of farm girls
departed from their porches
a silken madness enwrapping
their rooms behind rooms

wasp wings on the backs
of their necks twitching
for the signals of chewing mouths
who pestle the form's
tech-rimmed aurora
without breaking the skin