Ariel Clark-Semyck

nausea

another spit-ball day 

the sun has circled to monitor
your deadpan downfall 

a floppy disc frowning in wilting frills
bugs worm well into your obsoleting core 

like a mouse to a hole you run
the gamut for wisely living in fear 

spin cycle straps the tinfoil hat on, mucks
your gum-skull numb, infinite ukulele strum

the eyes in the mirror
flashing creaturely hunger

you could pull your own ponytail forever

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Ariel Clark-Semyck is a writer from Chicago. Her work has been published in X-R-A-Y Mag, Horse Egg Literary, Flypaper Lit, Heavy Feather Review, Grimoire Magazine, Witch Craft Magazine, Yes Poetry and elsewhere. You can find her scuttling around on instagram: @mousecadet.