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by RebeccaLynn & the next morning i scrubbed him out of my jaw so hard that the blood he promised to take from me flooded my gums. the first time i went out with him, he called me a queen then dragged me across the passenger seat by my crown like a grave digger’s shovel cracks open the earth, he broke the chain i was wearing while it still cradled my neck. i texted him back anyway. what kind of haunting doesn’t visit their own gravesite? the night i returned to him i was already a ghost.  RebeccaLynn is queer, black, and surviving in Boston. They enjoy hiphop and their mom’s cooking. They are a Winter Tangerine workshop alumni as well as a 2017 Pink Door Fellow. Their work has appeared in Maps For Teeth Magazine, Slam Chop, and Black Nerd Problems. |