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Empty Tarball Silhouettes

Oil has disappeared, but the alligators have returned, purple eyes, blackened teeth. Bayou sinking into oblivion, turtle carcasses float as currents rise, into the ether an aquatic phantasm merges with shadows, invisible. Seafood no more, merely an alligator about to snap, soft petroleum in his belly, hard linoleum, bathroom floor cracking like lines on the mirror. Dust of my reflection has never been clearer.

Story by:

Matthew Dexter

submitted at 4:33am

7 December 2010