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Molt

First, there’s a hatching
in the crawlspace, the kindling

of hair. Something getting out
of hand. Then, riots in corners.

Water-scrawled walls. She’s aware
of the changes, the ringing

round her eyes, fur around her mouth.
Unbecoming a foxing. A murk

at the center. Something
is eating at her. Located in the velvet.

Dressed out like an animal,
she thistles & fickles. She fawns

in a murmur of milk. Grows feral.
Febrile. Soft as the inside of teeth.

- Claire Hero
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