Camp Games
Werewolves, you unscathed bastards, open your eyes and decide who to kill.
At least I don’t have to wear the satin thing
If it’s me let it be drowned out by crickets
just
you
You have never been kind to meYou always pulled my hair.
I owe Tabitha nothing
me
Is some kind of cycle broken? Or have we just started again?
Alysandra Dutton is an Ozarks-based writer working on a collection about destructive women. She is a recipient of a 2021 individual grant from the Elizabeth George Foundation, and you can read her recent fiction in The Sun.
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