Gathering, Death Call, and Melancholic Willow by Sadee Bee
A melancholic beauty; roots
that run deep. Slip inside the swinging vines, under the cover
of the Weeping mother
-SB
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My Cassandra – Sadee Bee
“Valerian Root rests on her tongue, between closed lips I beg to stay sealed. Her eyes, coated in wax for I could not bring my hands to cut them out.”
-SB
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Briars of Blood – Sadee Bee
Haunting – Pink Pansy Press – Issue One
Among these briars / I make my home /
until my scars from this earthly agony /
Turn me to stone /
-SB
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