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The GiantessBy Kirsty Logan QuailBellMagazine.com i. The giantess grows fat on kisses. She consumes little elfboys one by one, like bonbons pop-popping between her teeth. She wants you, pretty girlboy. And she will not wait. ii. You will come round in your brother's leather jacket collar turned up sleeves covering knuckles. You will smell of nicotine and fizzy drinks. I will be concealed in silk the colour of tongues. I will suck the fat from your lips. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Doe EyesPhotography & Poem by Christine Stoddard Styling & Modeling by Em Strasel QuailBellMagazine.com Don't pluck a toadstool hair for a strand of luck, my Doe Eyes. Don't wish for rainbow drops, hedgehog smiles, and lily pies. Whit's fur ye'll no go by ye! What's meant to happen will... The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Tortoise and the ChairBy Ethan Mawyer QuailBellMagazine.com There was a tortoise that went to riches from rocks From hard work and investing in the right stocks So by the time he reached fifty-four He had enough funds to last him two hundred years more Although he retired, he did not relax He spent his days circling cinder tracks Since it's anthropomorphic nature for everyone To want to do what most say can't be done Pigs want to fly but those who try don't last Most tortoises dream of being very fast But it’s rare that they actually find time to train This one trained so much some thought he was insane After a few years of that, he thought he had a fair Shot at outrunning the neighborhood hare Who was village champ at the hundred-yard dash As a first-race pick this seemed terribly rash But what in lack of speed the hare in question lacked He made up for in ability to get sidetracked Although the hare could run faster than robbers from cops The tortoise was sure he’d make so many stops Over the course of a two mile race That the tortoise would win with a grin on his face The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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The Last Ode to ShivaBy Candice Marie Broughton QuailBellMagazine.com The Phoenix shied away Your eyes were just too bright Your skin too illuminated Your hands Two flames Lightening rod spine Lightening bug eyes My dusty palms hoping to grasp your fire The Angels knew sin the first time When they lusted after your glow Hated your beauty Coveted a bonfire that was a losing battle And I, the shy pyromaniac who once stood speechless at fireworks, Now worshipped you with poems. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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