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There really is something to it, knowing somebody. That first bit where they’re all mirrorball and curtain, a shadow where a person should stand. You have to try so hard to see in the dark. I strained my eyes when I met you.
Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts
Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, mental illness, religion, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. She has a one-eyed cat named Ivy and a one-track-minded (food!) cat named Rosebud. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. She is a 2020 Sundress Publications Best of the Net nominee and the graphic designer for perhappened. Read her latest work via The Minison Project, 3 Moon Magazine, and Pink Plastic House. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter.