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SLIVER

Once there was...

by Brittany Warren To

the throat,

sliver

dip once,

blood drawn.

Around

the collar,

Cat

by Renee Asher Pickup

beg me to follow you

circumference teeth, slip twice blood heavy even.

Through

the skull,

The cat was dead, but his eyes alive. He purred in the old woman’s lap, and lapped up the blood from her wounds.

syringe slop supper brain feast, act smarter

understand me.

Violate

purpose,

transpose paper cut rations slice up my better half, done.

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