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Dia de los Muertos

two dead girls
awake
in the night
Dia de los Muertos
songs of the rising corpse,
faces painted white,
black immortal eyes,
lines of the skull,
marigolds
blooming on the graves
of Santeria princesses,
holy hordes
holding high heavenly
candle flames,
they’re carrying the coffins,
cemetery party,
wilting lilies
begonias,
scarlet sun-dried lips
pursed in prayer,
the hoodoo hostesses
greet new guests
with decayed curtseys,
welcome
to the house of death,
to your eternal paradise,
flickering rosaries
beat
the stone markers,
humming
for the magic,
speaking
with tongues,
we all return
to the elegant gatekeepers
of the afterlife,
time is short,
their ebony eyes always pinned on
you.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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