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V: Devil-May-Cry
Last week, I saw D evil man: dwelling in your — my — our mind, resting, nestling, breeding, moving.
sierra
Jun 25, 2022
IV: My Apartment Complex
The day you stepped into my apartment, barefoot, naked soles embracing with no protection. The teeth on my floor sunk in and the broken…
sierra
Jun 24, 2022
III: ROACH EGGS
At half past six, the foundation of our house failed and our building folded in on itself.
sierra
Jun 23, 2022
II: Recipe for Perfect.
Yes. You will stay, never to leave. You will put on makeup to cover that purple eye. Yes, good. Your lipstick will stretch past your lips…
sierra
Jun 22, 2022
I: Lagos is The Saddest Island.
We lost wendy to an accident. In our hard life, she alone made a dent. We cannot express sadness; Poems are our only vent.
sierra
Jun 21, 2022
Foreword: These things survived The Fire!
sierra
Jun 20, 2022
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