Year of the Dog
Mother choked black cherries until their bodies burst, marbled counter decorated with their bleed. The dogs howled toothless at the back door, ribs pierced through fur like fork tines. Dust storm carried her off screaming Father grasping at her ankles halfheartedly everything drenched in dark purple, another woman waiting in the back room for him to bed. Meggie Royer is a writer and photographer from the Midwest. Her poems […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 