God of Wheat Sketch 1 Ava-Udeane Ellis

i’m stuck a zama city fever dream

Meld the bison jaw with my own and let me speak my truth Force the moose vertebrate into my spine and let me stand up honestly Replace my femur with that of the deer so I may finally step to where I am a meant to be

I rise under the full sun at midnight Black flies swarming in a halo above my head The oil on the water’s surface reflects my greed back at me

I’m higher than the water tower and waist deep in the muskeg From above, I can watch my love and I walk into the woods to bury our respects

I was already blind at the wheel in Whitecourt, Alberta When I came to tears thinking of her So many more than 500 miles from any home I had I couldn’t have gone back even if I was near

How loud it all must have been The hungry huffing and helicopters All I remember from my own blackout is the tremendous roar Death is deafening in the most surprising way

Acid bled straight through me And I held you in my lungs the fear drained from my nose in a trickle of blood

I cut the brakes but still screamed through the crash

It is impossible to name the feeling of driving by the kicking horse rest area At 100 miles per hour you can see the shadow of the old Grand Marquis and the two cowgirl cops riding upfront

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