At the Synthetic Indigo Dye Factory, A Worker is Killed

“Twelve days since last death.” The digits, painted in blue, Laugh at my brother.

By Eric DovigiPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

At the Synthetic Indigo Dye Factory, A Worker is Killed

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“Twelve days since last death.”

The digits, painted in blue,

Laugh at my brother.

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Eric Dovigi

I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.

Twitter: @DovigiEric

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“Twelve days since last death.” The digits, painted in blue, Laugh at my brother.

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