"The
exhibition staged in a black hole,
the pummel of raw gravity
collapsing the catwalk
in a neutron slop, an implosion
of logic,
slick and burning green and
just because
the ghosts became ants doesn't
mean
they can't turn red again and
then grow
into the size of moray eels and
steal
more life. Their
crystalline fangs bear down,
existence itself
rending to tatters in a slimy death roll"
within the poem, "Leeches" by Michael Bernstein and Juliet Cook, one of two collaborative poems appearing in Bone & Ink Press today
partake of more HERE - https://www.boneandinkpress.com/single-post/2018/09/12/Two-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook-w-jj-hastain-and-Michael-Bernstein
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