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
About the AuthorClaine 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.
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