These woods are no longer mine,
No longer silent.
Mad attendants of
White,
Milk,
Ivory
Crowd near.
So many rush in,
Take my right,
Get comfortable,
Wed and spend time together at night.
I must cover up!
Iris screen,
Plague veil—
Once forced, I now wear you by choice.
So I’m blind to myself.
Mad attendants of
White,
Milk,
Ivory
Rise to another place.
They’re not human.
They know nothing,
Just that they are lonely.- Meet the Author
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Twin sisters Ann and Kirby Kenny (she/her, they/them) are American writers and artists whose work explores themes of confinement, redemption, and self-discovery. They juxtapose folklore with realism as a means of probing their world. Their writing will appear in forthcoming issues of Ghost City Review, Rogue Agent Journal, and Zimetra International Magazine. Their debut poetry collection, New Myths, will be available in 2024. Find them @annandkirbyworld.