Tag Archives: Katia Kozachok

Solitary

Your eyes were slabs of charcoal, deadened husks pleading for mercy against the courthouse’s glare. You were not just the stolen gun left on a 7-11 floor at three AM, the cacophony of thoughts rampant through your head when you … Continue reading

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Translucency

the echo of her fishnet stockings: a skeleton, sublime. she thought of unraveling, the rank scent of faltering pirouettes. a dream dormant: red lipstick a serpent, her summer skin unpeeled, chiseled like the secrets she didn’t keep. Katia Kozachok is … Continue reading

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Industrial

Shadow collected on your bowed collarbone (dusted in grief) and I was supposed to call it beautiful. The fish sank and we threw gravel like confetti and the world seemed our dumpster, an endless stream of whirring cogs. We never … Continue reading

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Stockholm Syndrome

you squared was an utter dichotomy, a blur of running shoes on blistered pavement, hollow flutes clasped in sweaty hands, minty kisses drenched in rain, the limbo between “I love you” and tender fear, cagey from your scalding disapproval. I … Continue reading

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Ontario

she feels the cavity of a friendship deep in her stomach, his negative space filling her lungs. sometimes she remembers long summers ragged with dust, the crunch of a peach skin, together. quaint drive-thru signs, beers sweating into the gravel … Continue reading

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Artemis

Does eternity hurt, the sludge of sacrifice, healing, murder? Do you listen to your stomach churn after days of empty hunting, pregnant with needs? When Ares called you frigid, did you feel midwinter shame? When you bleed, do you let … Continue reading

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Cursory

boys who dream of flattened breasts, knives against their skin. concrete beckoning, daring them to escape themselves. they whisper of overripe guavas, promises lapsing into lies. they do not dare to jump, to thrust the blade into their flesh (yet) … Continue reading

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