Previously published in Disquiet Arts
Why would you buy me roses
when you need only find them, hook your fingers
underneath and pull?
You could deflower me all at once like that
but you give each of them your time
And the hairs on my arms
stand up like the angry grass
waiting for our first steps
down there on God’s Green Earth
Palaces P. (She/her)
Palaces in the editor-in-chief of Wrongdoing Magazine and an editor at a few other publications, including CHEAP POP and Walled Woman Magazine. She’s also a staff contributor for The Aurora Journal, Hecate Magazine, and The Jupiter Review and has further placed work in Eclectica Magazine, Maudlin House, BlazeVOX, Witch Craft Magazine, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, and others. She has a BAH from Queen’s University and is currently sending queries about her book series.