Volume One Issue Two
Patty Paine
salt; or the night you left
engulf me like a body
a stranger printed on skin
ocean me your childhood and all its terrible
birds shuddering violence
look at me, pretend I am
your mouth your clavicle the bloom
of your stabbing once all we shared
was a word uttered near a silent
cave now everything has a feel
of rain and your face
mirrored in midnight wears goodbye
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