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The Last Cicada

Just west of eden’s garden I laid to rest the cicada’s shell, listened to the hollow rattling of wind through exoskeleton while vines strangled the porcelain skin of my mother’s poppy flowers after sicarios made her chest bloom as those violent carnations do … Continue reading

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i wove you a blanket from my hair, placed the nail I peeled from my ring finger in the cracks of your palm. you gave me some violet polish to hide the scar and it chipped in my mouth when i … Continue reading

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