Survival
There are claw marks on the surface of Saturn's moons.
When I think of survival, now,
I think of duty
There are claw marks on the surface of Saturn’s moons
and, unrelatedly, blood beneath my nails
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Carly Bush
I'm a writer with a passion for highly visual and quietly subversive literature. I contribute to Collective World and you can find my short stories and poetry here.
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A well-written brevity piece. It reads so well