"Reading this collection is like dancing through Doomsday,
intoxicated by the destructive, decadent truth of desire in our
very mortality." --Saba Syed Razvi, author of Heliophobia and In
the Crocodile Gardens"Vivid, each word a weight on your tongue,
these poems taste of metal and ash with a hint of spice, smoke. She
reminds us the lucky ones die first, and those who remain must face
the horrors of a world painted in blisters and fear." --Todd
Keisling, author of Ugly Little Things and Devil's Creek"Set in a
post-apocalyptic world that at times seems all too near, Wytovich's
poems conjure up frighteningly beautiful and uncomfortably
prescient imagery." --Claire C. Holland, author of I Am Not Your
Final Girl"A surreal journey through an apocalyptic wasteland, a
world that is terrifyingly reminiscent of our own even as the blare
of evacuation alarms drowns out the sizzle of acid rain, smiling
mannequins bear witness to a hundred thousand deaths, and "the
forest floor grows femurs in the light of a skeletal
moon."--Christa Carmen, author of Something Borrowed, Something
Blood-Soaked"Like a doomsday clock fast-forwarding to its final
self-destruction, Wytovich's poetry will give you whiplash as you
flip through page after page. The writing here is ugly yet
beautiful. It reads like a disease greedily eating up vital organs.
The apocalypse has arrived and it couldn't be more
intoxicating!"
--Max Booth III, author of Carnivorous Lunar Activities
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