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prophecies

Ava Provolo

the devil flows through my right hand as i write this down

he wants me to suffer

to bleed like the tiger

and to moan like the abandoned child

the land is wet

soaked with the alcohol

that burns down the throats

of those who believe

i am now on dry land

he is here because he wants

to embrace the flames as his

only comfort

but still, we shiver

rotten is our breath but

disinfected are our tongues

i do not believe in god,

i am her