"I want to rip off all my
hair and flush it down.
I want to get rid of these breasts.
Purge them out with scissors
and then cover up the holes."
I want to get rid of these breasts.
Purge them out with scissors
and then cover up the holes."
from the poem "Trap" by Juliet Cook, now up at The Rising Phoenix Review
read more HERE - https://therisingphoenixreview.com/2017/06/29/trap-by-juliet-cook/
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