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FISH -HEADS by Valentina Cano

With a tail whip the fire created a trench between us a quickening thread of angry particles. I bent as the heat brushed my face with its fins, and you paced in front of me as if the air was clawing inside you. This is bad, I know. Your ruffled hair, shadowed by smoke, is no longer a wonder for me. I cannot find myself shining under your cellophane skin. We have spread apart, gaunt as fish hooks, dripping blood from a toothed fight, eyes like creatures from the deep.

Spudgun #1  

Magazine of poetry and art

Spudgun #1  

Magazine of poetry and art