As Two On A Battlefield

by Desiree Mitton

illustrator Guglielmo Castelli

Issue VIII

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do you know what shape this
I want to say appears?
some see they say

and then look:

the long grass churning,
past by
like the color periphery. 

golden that was
(she was).

you will lend yourself up    and over to. like a ladder,

you will lean your head against but body

long stirring, my hands my head
imprint. they assured me it would not be

(you assure me I never was, am 

my third slayer”).

and so the gold and
wanders the
spot where we had lain :   look

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