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BUNNY

By Kat Savage

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At night,

Tendrils.

I crawl through tiny cracks of thought,

Itch your dreams, pull tight at hairs,

Stuff out your throat until you cough up straw.

I insist myself upon you,

wrap ten pythons around your chest

You will think of nothing else; I will

savour the consumption.


 
 

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