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(Unofficial) Graveyard

Erin Anderson

Dust dunes stretch
between the warehouse walls
and steep sheets of steel.
Winged skeletons lie half-buried;
sinking. My steel-toed boots crunch cartilage.

Ash-grey debris swarms,
so my lungs
do not move.

My eyes sting
but do not tear, as
my gloved hand shakes
sand off the
retrieved control.

As I slip away,
my chest aches
from the stillness.

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