By Allison Goldstein
Hunched at the edges
of the swirling gray water,
the men can only shake
their heads in quiet disappointment
as the car full of dead girls
is dredged from the river.
Silent faces young and perfect—
lipstick unsmudged,
not an eyelash
out of place.
A low groan escaping the tow truck
as it drags the sedan past
the cross-armed men
straddling the shoreline,
tires clawing into the mud
like the fingernails
of someone buried alive.
This Limestone Doom by Brett Stout
About the Author
Allison Goldstein received her MFA in Poetry from California College of the Arts. She has been published in a variety of literary and cultural publications including Not Very Quiet: The Anthology, Burnt Pine, Molecule, Gyroscope Review, and Maximum Rocknroll. Allison currently lives and writes in South Florida. You can learn more about her work by visiting her website.
About the Artist
Brett Stout is an artist and writer originally from Atlanta, Georgia. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and paramedic. He creates mostly controversial artwork usually while breathing toxic paint fumes from a cramped apartment known as “The Nerd Lab.” His work has appeared in a vast range of diverse media, such as art and literature publications by NYU and Brown University.