Thirst Trap for Cassandra of Troy Who gets to decide to be right or happy? In almost every adaptation you are young A dark mystique rival of Helen’s beauty Like the blonde lead’s gothic best friend But I imagine you are a spinster who spits Tobacco from the corner of your mouth Sips moonshine from a ball jar after all Who wants to marry their future like a fool? I bet it was glorious when the wooden cleft Gave birth to all those damn soldiers that Most definitely killed you before sunrise Snakes whisper demise to us who listen We get to decide to be right or be happy Occasionally we chew satisfaction like ice
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
RJ Equality Ingram (he/him) lives in Portland, Oregon where he works as a necromancer for a nonprofit. RJ holds an MFA in creative writing from Saint Mary’s College of California. More work can be found in Phoebe, White Stag, Alice Blue Review & Pinwheel Journal among others. RJ’s cat Brenda lost a leg defending her tower during a siege.
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