by Iyonna Naeomi
pulled back like the wires in
how much you hate your father,leave
the pills and a glass of water on his
girlfriend’s hand too tightly you hold
everything too tightly you are wound
the same word said differently.
your mother’s daughter, looked at
you are an unreliable narrator and there are
monsters in the cupboard that you forgot
like spiders’ eggs. you are the monsters
in the cupboard, pale and starving but.
forget what you looked like then. hold your
girlfriend tighter. become a better liar.)
Author Bio: Iyonna attends a performing arts school in the south, somewhere, where they avoid doing their physics homework at all costs. When they aren’t trying to take on the spirit of Charles Baudelaire, they’re doing their best to pose as a normal human being.