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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The ruffle of fleece at her neck makes her feel manufactured, not born— brushstrokes of windswept wool, all soft edges and curves the color of old milk. Her lips were no artist's accident, nor the smirk as she lurks in the corner more knowing than any ewe usually dares. Coy smile, a pearled necklace of fur and her hind-end musk— drew the brown ram sniffing while a dirt-faced ex-love nearby chews through the cud to find whatever’s left of her. Closer to the cliff than either, she teeters, grazing weeds like the dutiful daughter of lamb stew, like she doesn’t know the cost of this life: skin blistered by sun, meat slow roasted to melt on the tongue, bones cracked for their marrow, dreams curdled and spun into the itchy arms of some strayed-from-the-flock husband, all too eager to forget the warmth of her body. But Clover knows better. Knows that sheep go one of two ways— a fireside comfort or the fire itself. Knows the herd will go where they are led, always too late to see the teeth of the cliff. She stands alone, the day's last shadows pooling at her feet masticating through daisies and regrets. And then she leaps toward the yellowing horizon gathering salt-wind in her wool along with the cliff-kissed breeze of freedom that promises nothing but the opposite direction.
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