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by Ivy Alvarez

She is full of walking. Miles flow from her toes; mud coats the first cuneiform bone. A balm she eats and eats again. Anything will do; even stones. Just to plug the maw that sits like a cavern: all-mouth, all-teeth, all-claw, all-jaw. She has nothing to feed it. Her voice is thin. Her eyes, punched holes. This can’t be happening. It is always happening. All she can do is walk.

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