Nights I pray the beads
of your spine as you sap
my breasts of milk.
Your milkwhite body curls
like incense smoke amidst
my petitions: don’t choke,
don’t drown, don’t grow
to resent me.
Read the poem in full over at Ekstasis Magazine.
Night Feeding
Nights I pray the beads
of your spine as you sap
my breasts of milk.
Your milkwhite body curls
like incense smoke amidst
my petitions: don’t choke,
don’t drown, don’t grow
to resent me.
Read the poem in full over at Ekstasis Magazine.
Hallie Waugh 
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