Red flags burning,
I awoke to the sounds
of fireworks going off in the church
of Mary's angel.

In the evenings,
the river ran up to meet me
and I floated,
face first,
downstream during
the time of twilight's hunting season.

Heaven scoffs at the matchmaker,
teeth marks left on the stove by the monster,
I snuck in the backdoor  of hell
to return my costume,
from the burning masquerade held on saturday night.
The devil's horns are raised to the sky
as he counts backward from Scorpio.

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