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Previously published by Mookychick Magazine
Reb ecca Ko ki t us
sleep with amethyst and a pocketknife
beneath the pillow,
sleep with one eye open
my bitch face is cyclopic.
men scale walls like spiders,
circle like birds.
talons around rusted metal of
the fire escape—
they try and douse me like a house fire.
sew my eye shut like a corpse.
mortician twists my mouth into a grin.
he tells me I should smile.
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Cauldron Anthology