By Molly Gustafson
Today, one measles death
tomorrow, deep-bleached veins
then, a leach wrapped on your wrist
then, the quiver after punches to the gut
then, drips of poison in the water supply
then, buried coffins of professors of history
then, the unviewed Vantablack television screen.
Sallow in rot; it begs to start again.
About the Author:
Molly Gustafson is an alumni of Lewis University; earning her B.A. in English and minor in Theatre in May of 2025. Her work has previously been published by Middle West Press, Moonstone Arts Center, River and South Review, and many others.