Ginger by Paul Lucas Gerard M. Bruselas

Ginger takes you to her home by an old empty factory

you can sense the hollow spaces, how they prevail every day

over people that never come here, people that never stay

even insect leave

all the while, Ginger grieves

Collecting all her tears in old coke bottles

to use for plants that are already dead.

Ginger leads you into her room

and you sit thinking you want to be here

thinking you have beaten fear

that you will never leave

and she will never again grieve.

Then you die… you get sick.

and she collects you heart, mind, soul and dick

in coke bottles.

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