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morning, we woke up

and you performed

another extraordinary miracle:

wings split

the paper thin skin

taped across your shoulder blades,

your wet spine

glistened through jauntily

angled prisms thatched

to your ribcage

with flayed nerves

and slippery veins,

as you flew around the room

you said: “No. That’s not how

it happened.”

I woke up alone.

*

This poem first appeared in Lupercalia.

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jessicahalseywrites

Jessica Halsey lives in Arkansas and is working toward earning a degree in Laboratory Science while she writes a horror series about werewolves, an urban fantasy series about fairies, and many strange poems. She loves birdwatching and performing venipuncture. Her house words are, “Is there blood on the floor?”

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