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EMMA REBHOLZ

ROGUE LEANS IN FOR HER FIRST KISS

and nearly pulls away
with a body count

this aint no spin the bottle, honey
this is a hit and run

but consider his bruise
your blessing

getting the choice
to brand your body weapon
before some idiotic boy

darling,
this is just one way the world wants
to steal every bit of your softness

so please protect that
southern peach in you

you are pink skin
around a solid pit

or maybe a shotgun

either way
there is no cure
for your sharp tongue

you may never get used to the taste
of his memory on the back of your throat

but at least
it’ll be sweet
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
BRUCE BANNER REMEMBERS
 
               1
 
the way things fall apart
like subatomic particles

a father’s bottle shatters
and the glass spits back
 
a mother’s open mouth
like an even slice down
an atom:
 
silent until
everything
rips apart
 
 
               2
 
the fact that abuse
can perpetuate
itself in cycles
 
the way steel snaps
in a monster’s grip
 
not unlike the break
in his mother’s neck
 
 
              3
 
when the smoke clears
in the aftermath
 
her body
in every body
 
her face
in every face
 
red
and red
and green

Emma Rebholz is either a very small creature living in your pocket or a sophomore Writing, Literature, and Publishing major at Emerson College. Her poetry has been previously published by or is forthcoming from Voicemail Poems, The Emerson Review, The Misanthropy, The Rising Phoenix Review, Souvenir, and The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society. She probably wants to be your friend.
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