My poem Dark Love is now up at Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine.
green, you smell with your tongue
your thoughts pollinate mine
your fingers endanger the sailors
a water which opens its lips and drinks them
ah, hour of man
when did you become the hour of horrors?
a book cover reads: Dictionary of Superstitions
I see the girl who tears out…
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)
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