Bloomed Muse

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This is an homage —

She offers them with both hands filled, inspirations bulging with juices trapped beneath ripe blood oranges split in two. Coffee cast aside, I sink teeth to membrane. Acid creeps against enamel and explodes against my tongue. A manuscript bloomed, not meant for the shadow of the slush drawer. This is an homage — to the muse.

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Juliette van der Molen

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Writer/Poet. Intersectional Feminist & LGBTQIA. Poetry Editor: Mookychick. Author- Mother, May I? & Death Library: The Exquisite Corpse Collection

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