The Red Estate

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The Red Estate

By Alexandria Drouin


Feeling good starts with

not answering the door that cracks and creeks

Its light is bright almost gone


If all the laundry is soiled

It must be right where we left it

Rise delusion rise,

Rise illusion rise,

Rise from our knees to my feet

and keep my selfish pride


When the day is a grave,

When the night is grown,

Feeling good starts with being alone


Dive out a window dive

Because each wolf is coffin

Feeling good starts with

drinking much more often


Turn water into plaster

and wrath into wine

Touch the wall with ash for tick tock

tick tock brine

Feeling good starts with its relentless end

The light is bright almost gone

when I wake from my descent

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