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Lost Girls In Lorries
Screams are plastered on the walls, like her blood, his spit, his handprints, on her face, raging and red. Nobody hears, because nobody listens, and nobody looks for girls like her, in the dark, dingy night. Shut up. It wasn’t meant to be like this. Take your clothes off. Nobody told her it would be…
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Swanscombe Used To Be Such A Nice Little Town
Helicopters hang over my house, most nights, sweet symphony of sirens, the violin solo of violence. Somebody will awake to bad news. A boy was stabbed last night. The neighbours are all whispering, about how the streets don’t feel safe, the value of their houses, even less so. A boy was stabbed last night, but…
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Good Morning, Starlight
Good morning, Starlight. I am awake, encased in your embrace. My beauty is stained with blood, resting on your chest, a tapestry of scratches, I am proud to have sewn. It has been six hours, since we saw our subject. I purr your name, an eager kitten, sleepily, softly padding after you, to the car,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 