Surveillance, stoic, single pane, sisters
shadowed, glass, wool drenched rain — sharp, shrill, too svelte,
the two he spies. Drips raindrop tears, monster’s
eyeless alibis — sympathy unfelt. Continue reading Slenderella by Kristin Garth
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Canadian Psycho by Kristin Garth
Pat Bateman didn’t trust a bitch. My bard
American, my bible psychotic,
my prophet takes no slaves. Continue reading Canadian Psycho by Kristin Garth