She (the woman found impossible to describe, bombastic if it weren't for her blades, their severed targets and crimson sheen) found love in a victim. Her gilded instruments and metal trays be damned, though they cried and called for damage, she bled with her lips and gave her heart to a man she could enjoy for a few minutes. About Timothy TarkellyHe has an MA in Theatre (Drama Therapy) from Kansas State University. His poems have been featured by Whisper and the Roar, Paragon Journal, Lycan Valley Press, Aphelion, Poets & War, and Fourth & Sycamore. He works for a non-profit that serves survivors of domestic and sexual violence. Social media links: https://twitter.com/TimothyTarkelly To read more check out Cauldron Anthology's Issue 3.
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