This is Poetry

"He purged me like a decapitated spread shot;
a moldy magpie slot when I used to be a slit
with girly feathers flung into a strip-tease.
I had turned into a grotesque disease."

Blood Pudding Press editor Juliet Cook has a few poems up at This is Poetry (a project of The Literary Underground) - http://thisispoetry.tumblr.com/

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