Brood Mother

“are you my mommy?”
a child tugs at her dress
confused, lost
wide-eyed boy
young prey

she glances down
with a cigarette
between two claw-like fingers
she takes a drag
exhales

smoke slips through fangs
and ruby lips
like venom
“probably”

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