Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

Djembe by Regine Jackson

When your spunk
has grown like wild sassafras,
That’s when you know you’ve made it

When your words drip
from your lips like honey,
But bite like a carolina reaper
That’s when you know you’ve found your voice

Dancing to your own drum is a learned practice,
and I pray that one day
You have your own jubilee

Gyrate with the freedom of your audacity

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Regine Jackson (she/her) is a writer in Springfield, Massachusetts. While Jackson mainly writes short stories within the science fiction, horror, and fantasy genres, she also writes poetry and prose about life in an inner-city. Jackson hopes to not only hone her own craft but to bring more creative work to her inner city. Find more information at reginejackson.com or @theflimsyquill on Instagram.

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