Kimberly Kuchar

even in death
there’s something on her mind
wriggling maggots

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

the dog’s new bone
found on the shore
a washed-up corpse

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

his toothy smile
a bloodstain hidden
by a diamond cufflink

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

singing a song . . .
she tiptoes around
the bodies

— Kimberly Kuchar

deserted mini-golf

inside the clown’s mouth

a finger bone

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

the first to find
his poisoned corpse—
blue bottle fly

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

curdled milk
on her sleeping face
a strange man’s breath

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

click-click-click
she puts her teeth in
for hide and seek

— Kimberly Kuchar

dimming gaslights

the attic noise

inside her mind

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

Rosemary sings
they slice inside her brain
until she’s quiet

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

lit fireplace
finding her dad’s body
in the chimney

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

a flicker
at the edge of my vision
thinning of the veil 

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

creaky gate
banging open and shut...
no wind tonight

— Kimberly Kuchar

Kimberly Kuchar

screaming kettle locked-in syndrome

— Kimberly Kuchar