Read Poem: CIGARETTE GUTS, by Aviva Lilith Van Pelt

there’s something so precious about childhood delinquency, ripping off wings of innocent things still flying pretty in the air. why do kids destroy the delicate, the breathing bodies of inchworms gutted on the playground, caterpillars given autopsies on the curb. the thieves of breath. but when faced with something already dead by nature’s hands kids… Continue reading Read Poem: CIGARETTE GUTS, by Aviva Lilith Van Pelt

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