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Read Poem: Grotesque, by Saige White

It’s grotesque sometimes. Pumped blood that flows through your heart, through your varied limbs. Specifically flowing through your arm. Now displaced into tiny splattered specks on the bathroom floor. Displaced on a metal spoon, with undersides charred. Displaced into plastic … Continue reading

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