Triaphilia
I learnt to believe
that bad things
come in threes,
like
a waltz of misery
and grief. Eggshell
steps through
anguish and agony.
like
death,
two, three—
sick,
two, three—
one,
two, three—
pain,
two, three—
tears,
two, three—
numb,
two, three—
one,
two, three—
one,
two, three—
Juliette Sebock (she/her) is a Best of the Net-nominated poet and writer and the author of Mistakes Were Made, Micro, How My Cat Saved My Life and Other Poems, Three Words, Plight of the Pangolin, and Boleyn, with work forthcoming or appearing in a wide variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow, runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste, and is a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas, Memoir Mixtapes, and The Poetry Question. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Juliette can be reached on her website, juliettesebock.com, or across social media @juliettesebock.
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