by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain Everyone decomposes in the end,so you might as well turn yourself into a tree with leaves that will dropin different directions. Skinny, malformedbranches that will break. One dark redleaf might transform into a wing. Then you can fly to heaven orsome other skyward plaza.You can grow an above ground gardenbrimming with skyrocketing beeswho don’t Read More
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To the doe, rotting
by Tianna G. Hansen your ribs are bare on your chest cavitywhere I imagine your heart was homed is that what the vultures consumed first?the vital organ that once pumped blood through your leaping body, long legs kickup in joy, in life. you must not have seen that death machine hurtling toward youbefore it was too late, and you became Read More