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DOWN BY THE MISSOURI RIVER

By Haley Guthrie



hunting and collecting

the night he had selected

was curated from sickness within.


sixteen at a campsite

down by the river

under the weight of 6’3”


three years

older boy of

Christ I cried


wolf in sheep's clothing,

sweet little devilish

grin, pure wattage.


he and his gangraped

her; she was twenty one

bruises all over her body


dragged across

brick she says

she can't walk


on anymore.

no one can touch her

ankles, not even her.


cast out on the Big Muddy,

we never did come back.


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