• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 06
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it’s time we talked about the blood
on the outside of our bodies, a product of

hat/red, once clean hands, rising with
our Empress, cycles on edge though
perfectly balanced until we, with her,

seve/red, leaving the other animals
(no longer interested in our suffering);
ripped from nature, the revolution

murde/red, our trees rooted in dank water,
darkened rings ai/red under an afea/red sky,
quiet, quiet, our life now hangs by a