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Boneyard Bed and Breakfast by Matthew Madonia

I brought you flowers, laying forget-me-nots at your feet like a prayer with star of Bethlehem snap dragons for hope, holding bachelor’s button baby breaths in anticipation. I mix your bouquet like a potion say your name like a spell and wait for you to join me I haven’t forgotten that we have a date tonight. My feet sink into the soil just inches from where your hands should be, fingernails sprouting from decaying flesh like autumn weeds growing from the final resting place of dead leaves; there is more life in death than we understand. No one knows this better than you. My Ouija board wife. With the finest cobweb silk spun around your emaciated ivory figure,

Black Fox Literary Magazine Issue #3  

The Winter Issue of Black Fox Literary Magazine featuring new fiction, poetry, non-fiction and photography.

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