"These evil ghosts spit dirt onto my face.
These bloody clown mouths won’t stop screaming.
I know I don’t really matter anymore in the midst of all this noise."
These bloody clown mouths won’t stop screaming.
I know I don’t really matter anymore in the midst of all this noise."
One of Juliet Cook's Museum of Impending Death poems now appears within Across the Social Distances!
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