Recurring Daymare
by Gjeke Marinaj
(First Place • Poetry)

I Watched
New York
As Two
Strips Of Skin
Were Peeled
From Its
Forehead Down
To Its
Feet. __
I Awoke,
My Face
Black, My
Throat Parched.
Since That
Morning My
Coffee Cup
Streams Blood
And Tears.

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