by Claine Keily

Published in Issue No. 10 ~ January, 1998

her mouth is an insect

dirty with hymns

drunk on the soil of her eyelids

 

in pestilent armour

the veins drink her mirror

dusting her sleeves with their wings

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Claine Keily has been writing for over a decade now, and has published in various Australian journals. She has also produced limited runs of art/poetry publications.
  • There are only two ways of telling the complete truth–anonymously and posthumously.