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You Make Me Want To Paint My Nails In Pretty Colours
Pick out a pretty colour, paint my nails while I’m docile, Aphrodite whispers up above us, erstwhile lovers, that became something more. My soul is yours, reborn in the July sun, when it set, resetting me, pulling me from the purified dirt, sleeping until it was safe, onwards, to September, when you crossed my path,…
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New Moon Rituals
I set fire to my past, while the new moon slept around my shoulders. Stars set their eyes upon me, weeping with my brown eyes, steeped in sympathy, seeing the world turn, fate turning with it. I embrace embers, cherry red, wrapped around me, burning and cleansing, falling to firm concrete, finding my way to…
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Embrace Fear
I tire of fear, and those who embrace their fear. Embrace me, instead.
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For the first time in my life, I am really happy.
Drowning just a little, when the night comes down on me, due on stage in fifteen, downing drinks, injecting dreams. My veins have always been clean, but my soul would beg to differ. I’ve seen the demons, hanging on the arms of my reflection, as I try to look past the mirror and avoid my…
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Wilma McCann, Emily Jackson, Irene Richardson, Patricia Atkinson, Jayne MacDonald, Jean Jordan, Yvonne Pearson, Helen Rytka, Vera Millward, Josephine Whitaker, Barbara Leach, Marguerite Walls, Jacqueline Hill.
“Say her name”, we ask, minds are blank, his name echoes. Infamous. Blood soaked. “Say her name”, we ask, set her free. Let her be hers. His ghostly grip stays. “Say her name”, we ask, serial killers are stars. Women. Trapped torches.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 