pressed flowers

there’s something in the book

but you don’t open it. afraid to get swallowed in the middle

because that’s how great stories take you in. squeezing cries out of you.

an art on its own. the last one you read made you cry.

tearing the pages. caught in the deep. one hand around

the spine.


—Kristina Taylor

Thank you for reading one of my poems. Better yet, you can—



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