Written by Ari Chattoo
Art by Lukas Rychvalsky

brass knuckles and bruised cheeks,
how many secrets can we keep?
oh juliette, juliette, wherefore art thou juliette?
sneering in the shadows with the rest of us gutter rats she reigns,
odorous aura of cigarettes and roses, strawberries and poison.
“down the rabbit hole you go, little one”
she says each time i fall into her sticky-sweet honey trap
no one will ever have what we have.
oh juliette, fair juliette, would you kill for the one you love?
yes, she says, today, tomorrow and forevermore.