"...Hollyhock dolls with
prisms in their eyes
and corpses hiding under their dresses
until the dresses rot away.
After all, every doll dies,
but first they sacrifice a human."
and corpses hiding under their dresses
until the dresses rot away.
After all, every doll dies,
but first they sacrifice a human."
within the poem "The New World Doll Dresser" by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain, up at Burning House Press's Vision issue 🖤
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