Poem – Relapsing (By Valentina Cano)

  It falls on me like a net, chainmail over my shoulders, wanting to kiss its satin cousin. I raise fists and switchblade claws but there‚Äôs no piercing through. Bubbles like swollen screams race up like flags. Like flares marking I was once here.   Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she […]

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