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..:: CONTENTS ::..
   Volume V, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
   Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I


Melissa Eleftherion


It must be my vitreous humor, this myopia the meatus of our cave dwelling.
We rant in posterior chamber, suck carbon through filters, acquiesce to searing conjunctiva.
I worried the daydream so belligerent I breaked it. Clenched shell to palm shards.
We sit and draw, accuse, and sometimes look one another in the eye.
Sclera in orbit. Can't you see it.


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