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I was once somebody's someone
nak’dly perch’d on the shore
of a cold bathtub,
heart running wild ..
shifting like a small animal
with breaths
coiled
between syllables
and ( I ) it's stolen prey
reaching for an identity,
a calm violence warms my
throat
starv’d, my fingertips stutter
my skin
…blurr'd braille,
Howling her howls
Published 27th Jan 2025
Author's Note
Howlings, you were ever clever darling
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