leg buckles and boom down she goes into snow powder good for packing. she tucks and rolls like a cold boulder glob crashes to his windowsill ferocious little she hunger-filled her mouth frothing like half-starved pack of wolves— all teeth and velvet.
Emily Corwin: pink girl takes a tumble
squish squash she walks she dreams of woods trees hankering for child meat. The way is wet and terrible what can she do boo hoo spreads her mouth real big, dry lips doesn’t like water and she crackles. feels so crumbly, she do too scaredy cat to skate across the river bone so skinny brittle […]
Emily Corwin is an MFA candidate in poetry at Indiana University-Bloomington and the Poetry Editor for Indiana Review. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Gigantic Sequins, glitterMOB, Hobart, smoking glue gun, and Word Riot. Her chapbook, My Tall Handsome was recently published through Brain Mill Press. You can follow her at @exitlessblue.