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I think the dog got away.
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songs of spine & salt
brush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones
Some girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.
the kohl girl & her lime pips
I’m allergic to purple and terrifying to Virgos.
Today you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.
the book of blood and snow
She dotted her i’s with little circles. / I fucking hate that.
poison & sunlit fur
You’re down to three pills a day.
coconut & dirt
I’m going to hurt you tonight / In three delicate ways
I almost touched someone today / Almost
red poppy song
We know better.
He waits until she’s asleep to begin.
the kohl girl & her mermaid tattoos
My hobbies are wig spotting and eating red fruit.
The Alphabet Witch
She’d eaten all the vowels, but everyone knows they’re the most delicious.
the freckles on my fingertips
Stories trail behind me like the hem of a beautiful gown, and I point my toes as I stride.
I am liquorice allsorts, minus the pink
I went from Barbie / to Medusa / in one quick fall
the morning has gold in its mouth
I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
baskerville old face
I like your font.
those fig mornings
I tend to look away from you. I tend to blush.
to the year of water off my back
I saw written on my palm / One word
the growling goddess of chinatown
For one red moment she thinks she might kick the door in.
The secret things you know
This is the story I won’t tell you.
“You’re not squeamish, are you, Brigit?”
fell to the red room
It does things to me that I don’t understand.
one green word
That’s all I need.
witching hour blues at the back of the throat
There was a moment last night when I almost told you.
her favourite fraggle
Dr Archer says there are no creatures
It won’t last.
brigit with the peppermint hands
harlot, hooker, hussy, jade, jezebel, minx, mistress, scrubber, slag, slattern, slut, strumpet, succubus, tail, tart, tramp, trollop, wanto…
a summer spell
At first I thought everyone could see it.
There’s an elephant in my story
I have never liked her.
the little witches
If there were ever a word I’d know, it would be that.
that little storm was you
The verdict of a tequila woman.
five days of blue
The third day, it followed me home.
She couldn’t stop if she tried.
there’s charcoal on her dress
If she goes out to dinner, go to 4. / If she returns to the hotel, go to 5.
violet in the flames
No-one tells her that.
The kohl girl and her Finnish banjo
Why do the freaky ones always look so damn good?
Mata Hari and her gingham piglet
Don’t make any sudden moves.
the star anise room
I’ve already done worse, she told herself, and for a moment she believed it.
this is a song about honey
Thirty three reasons why
Watcha reading, babydoll?
How about some bones of bastards to sharpen your fangs on?
lit in the same places
In half an hour she’d be back entirely in her skin
Long, ripe fingers without rings, without shame, and without me
feast eight – collingwood
goat’s cheese pastries with pine nuts
When it began, it came from her fingertips.
This is the way to the blackbirds
Don’t take it personally.
Six word story #1
I wasn’t there, so I can’t be sure
I think the dog got away.
the taste of red
The red snakes are the most delicious.
Proud Pepper at the Black Dog Ballroom
It’s hard not to stare.
the clouded stories from the corner table
You always know when I’m lying.
You know what to do.
Tales of the GGB #1
I knew the game was on
Spitting out leaves.
I’m going to live the life I sing about in …
I already know how to do that.
in the hands of the volcano doll
Crossed eyes and red lips.
Black Snake Blossom
You’ll never be the same again.
black & vinegar
Just one sweet, sour moment.
If you can horrify a carny, you must be doing something right.
He had lucky dice cufflinks and gin breath.
spiral & smoulder
honey bee, let’s fly home
How do you want to be remembered?
I don’t remember you.
I remember the demons dancing at the corners of my eyes, always waiting to taunt me, always knowing how. I remember it all.
He was afraid of her eyes. / He was meant to be.
And the fifth drowned said
This brine and tangle.
that cider scowl
That’s me with my arms crossed.
Rabbit bones and dirty feet
Since you ask.
Laughter so dirty I stumbled, blushed / Never felt so unripe.
When was the last time you told your story to a stranger?
It’s not like you mean to hit him.
the muskrat and the moustache
He spent his childhood riding muskrats and collecting codpieces.
The sun you didn’t see
Just keep moving.
brown sugar trick
We both know I’m not that sweet
choose your own buddha
If she takes the bait, go to 8. / If she glosses over this provocation, go to 9.
True, false and floating
I reached inside and / broke open / three people today
Clochette & her tails
Only the cat is poetry.
How do you mark a day like this?
You’re not a smart bee
He’d better not do it again.
When you stop at twenty-three
Both of us are frowning, but it looks more natural on me.
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