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i wake with the moon on my chest

Victoria Mullis

the stars like cool flames above

my bedpost. the world turns


at my feet, i can feel

its soft breath: warm. expectant—


waiting for me

to break. the world does not know


pain. there is molten rock

where its heart should be. my body


is taxed, stamped for approval at the end

of each day. my body did not make it.


my body denied—a black hole. my body

is not whole. it carries with it the weight


of a thousand seas shatters glass, bruises,

with the slightest touch of hand.

Victoria Mullis is a writer from Franklin, Indiana. Her work has previously been published in Sheriff Nottingham and Punch Drunk Press. She plans to pursue a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019.

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