Locust girl won’t talk.<\/p>\n
She creeps beneath grass and damp<\/p>\n
soil to parallel play with worms.<\/p>\n
She is of no consequence.<\/p>\n
Here, she is only mineral to dirt.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Locust girl can almost feel the sun.<\/p>\n
Deeper she burrows into her earthen den.<\/p>\n
If sun can find her so can he,<\/p>\n
smiling sickly as he pries away her sweet pulp.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He will rip off her wings, fry them<\/p>\n
up with a sprinkle of salt.<\/p>\n
He will dine on a salad of her legs,<\/p>\n
procure a pudding of her soft belly.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Finished, he curses her with sour breath,<\/p>\n
tosses her masticated body back<\/p>\n
into the muddied tomb.<\/p>\n
She, the loveless leper.<\/p>\n
Slut of the grave.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Locust girl acquaints herself with worms.<\/p>\n
Turns stiffened legs up to a liberated sun.<\/p>\n
On her back, belly exposed, wings<\/p>\n
folded beneath her.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She waits in silence for<\/p>\n
the strength to fly and<\/p>\n
abandon her defiled shell<\/p>\n
in the grave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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