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Sunday 7 March 2021

Self-love

Peek in and bend
A dark shadow; perhaps just that
Or a rabit?
See if you can
Burnt tar
And dark smoke
Alas! It's a girl
Maybe a trick?
See where it goes

She shivers and writhes,
In ugly desire
And squeaks and cries,
Lies. All lies.
A self-entitled bitch
A step forward, and two taken aback.
Does she even know her name?

She jerks in sleep,
Shaken by her crimes
A little too many
Filthy and defiant
Confused?
Sick?
A belligerent, rebellious nobody

A mirror too much
Reflections, too many
Remind her of the demons:
The papa she abandoned
The mama she resents
Those bloody trousers
That horrible scent


Can you see now?
A white dress - wrapped around her bones and a dance
A lovely, Solitary, dance.
Translucent vase
The black haired witch.
Would you witness the ritual?
She severes the head of the white rabit.

White and red.
Red in white.
She will die a lonely death.

Fa