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A Taste for Blood by Seanna Pratt
It was another summer where I was waiting to find him, the sparkling apparition. All wide eyed, shoulders like concrete. They said I was wrong …
Love Is an Illusion by Seanna Pratt
…………………………………someone says this. Love, an all-night spectacle. Whiskey humming in your blood at dawn. The door is unlocked. Morning highlights your backs, pressed together like …
Celeste (For Her) by Seanna Pratt
I like her hands because they are her hands. Small moonlight basins. Spreads them along my knee careful; a glass telescope, a nervous comet. I …
The Other Woman by Seanna Pratt
after Langston Kerman & she forgave his tongue against the pixie’s cashmere neck & told him she was a silver throated siren & stopped …