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Spiders

By Colleen Smith Armstrong

I look for you
beneath the bed,
inside my boots,
nestling in the folds
of my sheets.


strawberries

By Colleen Smith Armstrong

the dark, scarlet curve
fades to pale.
pink skin sparkling
juice dripping,


easier

By Colleen Smith Armstrong

this is what it is like
to love someone
who will never love you back:
it is a thorn in the chest
buried deep, drawing blood.


Apocalypse

By Colleen Smith Armstrong

the sky will be black
ashen limbs falling at my feet
torn hearts bleeding in the grass
brown rabbits, green grasshoppers, black crows, red foxes
all scrambling in herds of dust and blood and pain


The City

By Colleen Smith Armstrong

i want that pulsing
white hot
kinetic
frenzied
pounding feet on concrete


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