Jaguar Girl
Issue #126
Spring 2015
Her gaze is tipped with curare, her face farouche from the kids’ asylum where ice baths failed to tame her. Her claws are crescent moons sharpened on lightning. She swims through the star-splinters of a mirror and emerges snarling— my...
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