The food here tastes like a child-made easy-bake oven meal They drew my blood again (those vampires) but compensated with a morphine drip as I ate some pâté then dreamt of sitting in a café with Picasso and Breton sharing thoughts over coffee and a day-old baguette
Stephanie Smith is a poet and writer living in Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such publications as PIF MAGAZINE, THE HORROR ZINE, THE CHAMBER, NOT ONE OF US, THE LITERARY HATCHET, LIQUID IMAGINATION, and ILLUMEN.
Nicely structured. ♥️