An eddy and the undertow
I have perfected the art of the 24-hour lament. If you can call it a lament. An expulsion. Catharsis. A moment of reflection before the purge. I let you into my body momentarily, now I am pushing you...
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1. They said he’d prefer me in the backless dress. I sat on the bed for an hour before he sent for me. They told me to lie face up on the table, and were taking off my bra when the drugs hit. I woke up...
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Sometimes in this sultry climate, when the words won’t come, in between the storm-shadow, the rumbling of thunder, the pouring rain outside and the drumming of water on the shower curtain, my...
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These feelings come, like inspiration, through the cracks in the quiet of night-time, like spiders that bite when you’re asleep. When I see them trying to stick their spindly legs under the skirting...
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