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Two poems // Stephanie Valente


i didn’t forget that you put my lips

on a witch trial

coated them in mint & venom

i asked about half-truths

it doesn’t matter If i cast a spell

or told you a lie,

the story,

just keeps getting better.


in all of the movies,

the teens hang out at the lake

wide dark water

lovely & unforgiving

with so many secrets [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] [endif]

the ghosts the lake keeps i’m jealous of the noise

i never had that lake

to drown myself in.


Stephanie Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. She has published Hotel Ghost (Bottlecap Press, 2015) and has work included in or forthcoming from Danse Macabre, Nano Fiction, and Black Heart. Sometimes, she feels human.

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