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    [post_content] => Bad blood:
mottled like abstract art where my mouth
shut closed like a seashell;
I wear it bottled, sour perfume to my ear
to hear the hellish ocean call,
high notes of choral madness.

Brimstone-heavy in my pockets,
I’ll dig the tip of

the iceberg. This is some kind
of excavation; I’ll confess it all
to an armchair and an analytical stare.
Mine gold
from saltwater, tear and tear.
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Harvest

Zainab Ismail

Bad blood:
mottled like abstract art where my mouth
shut closed like a seashell;
I wear it bottled, sour perfume to my ear
to hear the hellish ocean call,
high notes of choral madness.

Brimstone-heavy in my pockets,
I’ll dig the tip of

the iceberg. This is some kind
of excavation; I’ll confess it all
to an armchair and an analytical stare.
Mine gold
from saltwater, tear and tear.