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Allotted a steel corner in the

Boardroom hall

Crouched on pin legs the

Devil’s pet dances

 

Entertainment for the

Fallen crowd, merging, mending, swarming

Gallows for a trumped up

Heartbeat like a hummingbird’s wings

 

Insides boiling, slick slab of skin molding

Justice for the raging madman

Kill the sea of bulging

Larvae building up

 

Multiplying, feverish dreams toying with the mind

Never-ending maze

Obvious buildup for the cracking skulls

Please, please, please, help m-

 

Quarter of a person

Recycled parts for the people

Sold into admiration

Tantrum of a broken child

 

Uranium baths and toxic bubbles

Veracity, a skin deep metaphor for a racing heart

War on the body’s status quo

X-ray peer into rotting lungs

 

Yellow burns on skin like a doll

Zodiac ticks of a clock, running back

 

Anxious drug lord

lend

me

your

safety.

 

Written By: June Rossaert

About The Author
June Rossaert June Rossaert is a Vanier alumnus who studied as a Communications student at Vanier, with a background in Visual Arts and Cinema from the Saint-Hyacinthe Cegep. She is an aspiring novelist, poet and screenwriter hoping to obtain a degree in creative writing and literature. Her parents, one might be surprised to hear, are rather supportive of her chosen field, perhaps because they have yet to lose hope that she will eventually earn enough money to survive on her own, and her friends are simply blind optimists. June Rossaert is, essentially, a hopeless nerd with a passion for the written word which she desperately hopes to transfer through her works.

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