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Incisors | Hannah Yingst | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner

And I’m left to wonder if your betrayal

was the desperation of a starved dog

or a practiced knife slipping between

my shoulder blades; is there even a

difference when I bleed out the same?


I would have cut my limb from my body

just to give you something to chew; but

when you are raised hungry, you learn

to devour the meal whole then look for

seconds. In the end, I will gently wipe my

blood from your teeth and ask myself

why I wasn’t enough.


Hannah Yingst is a writer based in Birmingham, Alabama. When she isn't reading poetry, she is writing it or out enjoying a walk with her dog (a real Mary Oliver wannabe).


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