Gingerbread House Lit Mag


I can still hear them,
the way they have asked
for so much more than love,
for my absolute humiliation.

They have demanded this like jackals,
like foxes whose screams
sound like little girls in the night,

where a lonely walker
might forget this strange thief
sneaking out
with a heart
in its mouth.

You forget how small they are
in the night,
how you could kick them, you could kill them
if you wanted.

But they are too sly for that,
they know how to slink
around your darkness.

Julie Webb

Julie Webb is currently an MFA student at Bowling Green State University.

Artwork: Mary Chiaramonte, My Path is a Labyrinth

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