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Sep 2019
i was growing in the stomach
in the garden of the mother's womb
an idea: developing slow like a photograph

by that time, you were fifteen, experiencing
adolescent love and sneaking whiskey from
your dad's secret stash on the weekends.

i am 25 now, a succubus disguised as
a highly attractive enchantress. black hair,
with a damaged heart to match.

you are 40 now, your party days behind you
with two sons and a trophy wife to go back
home to.

you kissed me last night
and i wished with everything in me
that i could have kissed you harder back.
Katelyn Arnold
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