Voltaic Girl

I descend to the bottom of a crater,red bandana tied tight across my mouth,a kid cowgirl sidling into a noxiouschemical gunfight between elements,itching for disintegration,last roars of morning’s explosionsshooting red and yellow lasersfrom my Hello Kitty sunglasses⁠—a herky-jerk out-of-breath patternthat cools and crusts on the loamy wallsinto a gnarled old bonefingering a smoking pink pool of waterwhistling to life under a razoring crag of limestone.A swarm of eels rises to the edges of the shimmer,clicking electric and carnivorous,like an echo through eternity of some crazed, lost angelburied beneath first stars and wildly knockinglast heartbeats of her universeinto the lid of her sarcophagus of light,and I kick off my boots and sequins,leap feet-first into the voltaic, spiraling center⁠—nose plugged, eyes peeled,skin charred orange in plunge.The tattoos I drowned into tell tales,my movements across the floorentire dialogues between charactersborn in epochs inked upon my…

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