October 19, 2011

Rachel Mangini


You are gone and still I have to sleep in our bed. Share it with the raw pink throbbing heart of what was us. It's whimpering, this thing. Smells like the inside of an ear. Its ooze is ruining the sheets.


Rachel Mangini lives in Pittsburgh where she writes during evenings and weekends. She is the fiction editor of Hot Metal Bridge Magazine. Online she lives at everyonesanocean.wordpress.com.

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