a scythe-twist of a mouth

                        is a lie in reflection.


          the streetlights turn

   back to themselves,


                                       away from

                               this execution hidden under our skin.


                  when alone, I practice in the mirror

                         without knowing

           the worst lies are never spoken.



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Tovah Strong

Tovah Strong is from a small train town in New Mexico. A senior at the Institute of American Indian Arts, she is studying creative writing with an emphasis in poetry. She also writes prose. Her work has appeared in Clarkesworld, the Tribal College Journal, Searchlight New Mexico, and others. She cherishes research rabbit holes and watches ravens whenever possible.