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COCOONING
burrowing from glaring light in cozy annex, darkened crazy imagination will twine a vortex
where neon imperfections smash alongside the head
for the crowd's twisted merriment
you thought I was beautiful before and I suppose I was with my accordion wings and intricate pattern screaming to be ripped
I am an enduring insect
and my torn wingtip crushed naked on the sidewalk will stalk you every time you walk by. |
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Rhonda Mino-Melanson specialized in creative writing in the Artist In The Community Education program at Queen’s University, Kingston, Ontario, Canada. She has been published in various print and online publications such as Regina Weese, The Droplet Journal (US) and First Time (UK). She has also entered playwriting competitions such as the Ottawa Little Theatre One Act Playwriting Competition. After a long drought of not writing or hating what she wrote, she has returned with a focused voice. |
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Dance to Death, Issue IV |


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