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Jun. 9, 2014
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I conceive a film noir,

where I am the murderess

dressed in black

and my body is a cold case.

And as I look into the latrine

filled deep with child,

anxiety slips me a chill

through the blue of my veins.

I have murdered once again.

Death hit the seed

before she was alive.




Paige Erickson is a native of Appleton, Wisconsin. She has just finished up her second year at the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee as a pre-medical and psychology student. She previously attended the university for violin performance. Ms. Erickson also has a background in writing and visual arts, and her poetry has previously been published in the Fox Cry Review



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