"...Beelzebub rises me up,
sinks me down into a bowl of vomit,
stirs me with a knife,
frosts me on top of inedible cake
and I don’t stop eating
myself like the bride and groom
who married in spite of broken spoons
hurling themselves across rooms."
in the poem, "FRANKENSTEIN’S WIFE WEARING TORN LINGERIE" by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, inside the NEW Issue 46 of ROGUE AGENT!
read more HERE - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/cook-hastain
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