one bed one bath split duplex [New Listing]

she’s buried back there.
back behind the bare walled bungalow with black shutters and exposed wire, end zone floodlights strike, blinding white, sterile, highlighting cracks in the brick. criss cross chain link lines snare bone branches of wind-whipped desert brush. sand scrapes dumpster clean of colored flakes pulverized in rusted dust arching up toward inset windows with bars in the bad part of town.
wrapped in a sheet she died in her sleep.
the last time was the only time she tried to stay awake till the moonlight left and came back looking more and more like her fingernail as the clouds passed.
looming in the back of her mind was a set of eyes stark against the blankness of a crude lost mound of rags slick with oil piling higher than she could climb but she would try and lose her footing in the grime. there was no floor there was only further. the lids of the eyes would crack as weary as her and pierce her palms as they gripped nothing but the thick oil and heavy air. gasping as pain and surprise overwhelm every nerve branching down to bones jerking muscles knotted, hair tangled dangling dancing across her face.
dreams like these are hard to flee.
paper peels off plaster in long sheets peppered with paisley streaks of perspiration. small heaving breath suffocating in the shadow of the unmistakable shamble staring past the dark creases of the shape of a wounded stubborn animal she’s been coaxed into contorting.
Shaking in the mist outside her window watching was a widow’s knit stitched fly catcher vacant and slick with dew.