Blog by Hannah Frank
Seances where ouija boards are drenched in wine and bread
laughing at the savage masks we wore upon our heads
Rage is paid for in advance it paves the weary road
where we walk across it with regret, our steady steady load.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...