by Stephanie Smith

Published in Issue No. 242 ~ July, 2017

She awoke to find

herself melting one night

 

It’s strange, the colors

that flowed out of her

and into the abyss

 

like a liquid rainbow

in a leech-ridden swamp

 

“I’m practicing for the end,” she said,

with a seriousness in her stare

 

she turned the gods to stone

 

 

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Stephanie Smith is a poet and writer living in Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such publications as ABYSS & APEX, WHISTLING SHADE, THE HORROR ZINE, ILLUMEN, and LIQUID IMAGINATION.
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