Tag Archive: Juliet Cook

Feb 24

2 poems by Juliet Cook

Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails I’ve had enough of your lighthearted positivity. There’s nothing light about this. Nothing light about four or more years of dismantled life. More missing fingers, broken off and hidden. My middle finger is still intact for now.   Invasive Glimmers Maybe it only existed inside my mind was …

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