"Every leg gets cross-stitched into position
in this factory. You are told to sit still
at the table you’ve been assigned
and either eat what’s right in front of you or be eaten
after your own feet are cut off and hooked to a chain."
in this factory. You are told to sit still
at the table you’ve been assigned
and either eat what’s right in front of you or be eaten
after your own feet are cut off and hooked to a chain."
in my poem "Keychains as Treats" which appears in Pink Plastic House a tiny journal today! (Yesterday it was on Instagram; today it's in the tiny journal).
Here's what poet/editor Kristin Garth says about it and you can read more and decide for yourself, HERE - https://kristingarth.com/
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"Today in the Pink Plastic House (a tiny journal) we will visit the kitchen. Bring your appetite for a bit of grotesque glitter witch magic because Juliet Cook is cooking and she is serving "Keychains as Treats," and they are intense." 🖤
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