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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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LENA JUDITH DRAKE
Necrosis she's too bored to have a bad trip, too listless; riling and writhing is out of reach. (she gave it all up for a while, but doves are meant to fly-- she supposes-- and she couldn't keep baby alive, even clean). in a few years, she'll tally it down to nicotine, but until then, she lays on her back, skin pale, bones jutting out; the mosquitoes are crawling flying in and she doesn't move doesn't twitch, lackluster she lets them do what they will jutting their stingers into her; she won't swat them away. she can picture them, up close, filling their swollen bellies with her life blood, to feed their children. they are pregnant with her juices, they leave rashes and little red bumps and itches that can't be scratched all over her skin. she turns her head, and unwashed chunks of blonde hair fall in front of her face, her pallor a pool a breeding ground for the parasitic. she's jaded to something simple, and it's called despair. Bio: Lena Judith Drake is a student and writer whose work has been published in Phaeton and Subterraneans literary magazines. When not writing, she enjoys the performing arts and submerging herself in various obsessions. Her first novel is in-progress. |
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