Laura Mooney
Fenrir
A snake that cannot shed its skin will be skinned the wolf who runs with sheep must be slain. Tonight, like all that come before it I dream of you again It has been said that fate is woven by unskilled hands that make mistakes As I unravel your fate is wrought, it was always going to be this way This time I dream of ancient acts Sisyphean fixation, my lust and bane Inevitable as night stalks day— to expunge the sun is to know my pain You had it coming.
Jules Millward
Dependency To awaken so softly Like the cream in your coffee The rubbing of eyes and forging of ties Signal sip-tea sighs and sugary lies Order the tall, the short, and the grand It seems beans and leaves are the becomings of man Caffeinated confessions, cajoled at cafés Beckoning blackouts, bring forth the day
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