For years, you have hidden the blood
against your own scalp,
but then he tells you to cut off your hair.
He thinks the choice is his.
Blood orange drips down
your throat until you gag
in these dream scenes that turn you
into another unworthy nightmare
body culminating in nothing
but scissors and long hair
and extreme power outage."
inside Juliet Cook's poem "Flowers are Worth More than Females"
within her new poetry chapbook, The Rabbits With Red Eyes, published by the wonderful Ethel Zine & Micro-Press in March 2020 and available HERE - https://www.ethelzine.com/shop/the-rabbits-with-red-eyes-by-juliet-cook
(Or if you'd like to purchase one directly from Juliet, just ask her)
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