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Flashback – Once Bitten…
My mother doesn’t ask where I go at night,when the moon is high and healthy.She just asks that I put my clothes in a white vinegar bath when I arrive home. Nothing is said about torn wallpaper,and the entrails that trail along the carpet,to my bedroom,the scratches along the frame of the door where the…
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Witching Hour
The air seems to echo.Her shadow stares as I sleep.I see her eyes even when mine are tightly shut,and all I do is agonise.I stopped making sense over the summer,never looking back,tossing salt over my left shoulder,leaving a trail as I trawl through the days with a million reasons for my melancholy. The walls of…
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Flashback – Cursed and Curious
Deep in the woods,disguised by splintered branches and the shadows they show me,I saw him.Torn tatters of my terror on the tip of my tongue,a scream that does not come,my destructive demons are back at the border to his world,and there has never been enough of my soul left to save me.I wait for him…
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Go To Bed, Francesco
Before you dawdle off to dream land,don’t forget to check under your bed,and to sweep the shadowy kingdom that grows behind your door as the lights dim to nothing. He might be coming. Who is he?I couldn’t say.I’d scare you half to death,but you should know that he gnaws on little boys who wander out…
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Flashback – Bitten
My Miss loves my wrists in Marc Jacobs and roses, stems snaking around the flesh and bones like ropes,charmed by the perfume and scarring the skin,this is how she likes me, when she awakes, aware and ferociously hungry. She stares with windy eyes, the blueish grey of a stormy sky,and I am silent, save my breath,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 