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A small scab on her head.  Perfectly round and almost healed.  

She tore it off.  Seeds deep within began to sprout, long stems grew

from the scab-crusted hole.  Flowers bloomed.


blonde hair

watered with blood

enticing weeds



The sun broiled at its peak.  Puddles grew thin and dry.  Gluttonous bees lay

fossilized in clumps of rusted brick at the roots of her hair.

Those still alive hurried back to their queen.


carmine nectar

sweet, salty




2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup sugar

3 teaspoons baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 egg

1 cup milk

1/4 cup butter, melted

1/4 cup.....honey


eating muffins 

after dark

burnt sugar scabs



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