Tag Archives: Tiffany Meuret

Things I Wear Inside

Rage, mainly   I pollute the rest that I touch. My children learn my grooves, feel my marks. They know them too. They grow out of them like weeds. They flourish despite myself. I am dirt. Tiffany Meuret is a … Continue reading

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Sea Drift

The flood took everything, even the birds. Water rolled and crashed over anything that remained, dragging the dead to the surface in the wake of their escaping gasses, but it was the noiseless sky that turned her stomach. She dreamed … Continue reading

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Little Apple of Death

she arrives             a train of gasoline up her back                         her gown of dust goes up in flames smoke blinds the rest, now they hear but if not, she will circle them in ash and remove the choice Tiffany Meuret is … Continue reading

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