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AMANDA BUCK

_______________________________ Metempsychosis: The Princess of Darkness When you flip on her lights she is just another one of her Mama’s seven babies beaten with a belt when Mama told Papa when they were bad when they weren’t when when when— Is she no more of a monster, witch, ogre? She did better by me. She never raised her hand. She wrote love in my name. One day when I become my own Princess of Darkness I will down a bottle of Zoloft with a glass of Tawny Port wine, I will lay down in a warm bath and my body will melt —piles of ash and pale wings will grow a beak will overtake fire will spout from my teeth will bleed ink drops and the stain left behind will be more than a chalk outline. I will fly far above The Bleeding Lion| Issue I, Spring 2015| 48

The Bleeding Lion  

Issue 1 | Spring 2015

The Bleeding Lion  

Issue 1 | Spring 2015

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