Bailey MerlinDec 1, 20221 minPoem #33Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...
Bailey MerlinSep 9, 20221 minPoem #32Dry Socket I’m bad at being an invalid, so I keep angel teeth in my pocket and crunch them up into dust so I can commune with the dead...
Bailey MerlinAug 4, 20221 minPoem #31Double Helix Breakdown She’s waiting for spiders to crawl from her fingernail ridges and ride into battle, feeling their history as they...
Bailey MerlinJul 2, 20212 minPoem #30Diagnosis with the Crypt Keeper The first time I meet my psychiatrist, he asks if we’ve met before. This does not bode well. He asks...