10/3/2022 Poetry By Aleah Dye Michael Mueller CC
Decimation after Stranger Things Season 4 When I was in my dying, I didn’t know what I wanted-- you there or myself alone. Did I need you pushing my sides in or did I need to come apart? My shattered glass was beautiful, each piece made to draw blood. You pricked your finger and I sucked it clean and new. Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, mental illness, religion, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. She has a one-eyed cat named Ivy and a one-track-minded (food!) cat named Rosebud. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. She is a 2020 Sundress Publications Best of the Net nominee and the graphic designer for perhappened. Read her latest work via Olney Magazine, Dreams and Nightmares Anthology, and Gutslut Press. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter. Comments are closed.
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