WOLVES IN MY KITCHEN

By Pascale P.


every day i get up at dawn, just to self-harm,

feeling like the new wolf in my kitchen


like the one that i saw, the only one

inside of that house tripping out—


and i see everything that i knew about myself

was just delusion—


needles and pins,

waking up my limbs from the outside in,


so, i’ll go all inside out again

disorderly


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(previously published in Filth Lit Mag)

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