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Like a honey cake horse

People always tell us their twin stories, but they’re nothing like ours.

Splinter

You say this is the worst thing I could do.

Something happened to my Wednesday

Everyone knows.

When you stop at twenty-three

Both of us are frowning, but it looks more natural on me.

A lick of the Mississippi

She’d never seen anything like it.

You’re not a smart bee

He’d better not do it again.

True, false and floating

I reached inside and / broke open / three people today

Venter loqui

If you can horrify a carny, you must be doing something right.

I wasn’t there, so I can’t be sure

I think the dog got away.

Wrap the bones around it

Don’t let the bastards get you down.

There’s an elephant in my story

I have never liked her.

Dig in

This was going to get messy.

Kupala

How do you mark a day like this?

Rabbit bones and dirty feet

Since you ask.

Swallow

She couldn’t stop if she tried.

The sun you didn’t see

Just keep moving.

Black Snake Blossom

You’ll never be the same again.

Thirty three reasons why

Watcha reading, babydoll?

Abracadabra

It’s not like you mean to hit him.

The secret things you know

This is the story I won’t tell you.

Proud Pepper at the Black Dog Ballroom

It’s hard not to stare.

And the fifth drowned said

This brine and tangle.

The kohl girl and her Finnish banjo

Why do the freaky ones always look so damn good?

the little witches

If there were ever a word I’d know, it would be that.

Six word story #1

One kiss.

snake eyes

He had lucky dice cufflinks and gin breath.

honey bee, let’s fly home

How do you want to be remembered?

I’m going to live the life I sing about in …

I already know how to do that.

a summer spell

At first I thought everyone could see it.

the muskrat and the moustache

He spent his childhood riding muskrats and collecting codpieces.

ivy, ivy

Spitting out leaves.

the clouded stories from the corner table

You always know when I’m lying.

black & vinegar

Just one sweet, sour moment.

that cider scowl

That’s me with my arms crossed.

in the hands of the volcano doll

Crossed eyes and red lips.

This is the way to the blackbirds

Don’t take it personally.

this is a song about honey

And tails.

spiral & smoulder

Don’t swallow.

Clochette & her tails

Only the cat is poetry.

spell me

When it began, it came from her fingertips.

baskerville old face

I like your font.

five days of blue

The third day, it followed me home.

santa sangre

When was the last time you told your story to a stranger?

this conflagration

You know what to do.

that little storm was you

The verdict of a tequila woman.

witching hour blues at the back of the throat

There was a moment last night when I almost told you.

one green word

That’s all I need.

feast eight – collingwood

goat’s cheese pastries with pine nuts

whisperflung

He waits until she’s asleep to begin.

the kohl girl & her mermaid tattoos

My hobbies are wig spotting and eating red fruit.

red poppy song

We know better.

choose your own buddha

If she takes the bait, go to 8. / If she glosses over this provocation, go to 9.

Mata Hari and her gingham piglet

Don’t make any sudden moves.

scar tissue

He won’t tell her where it came from.

violet in the flames

No-one tells her that.

brown sugar trick

We both know I’m not that sweet

those fig mornings

I tend to look away from you. I tend to blush.

the taste of red

The red snakes are the most delicious.

the first storm

Sorrow hung on with one crooked nail hooked over her collarbone

lit in the same places

In half an hour she’d be back entirely in her skin

her favourite fraggle

Dr Archer says there are no creatures

tabula rasa

I don’t remember you.

honeysuckle heat

Long, ripe fingers without rings, without shame, and without me

feast seven – reykjavik

sweet lobster soup / crusty, salty bread / Icelandic schnapps

there’s charcoal on her dress

If she goes out to dinner, go to 4. / If she returns to the hotel, go to 5.

the star anise room

I’ve already done worse, she told herself, and for a moment she believed it.

the kohl girl & her lime pips

I’m allergic to purple and terrifying to Virgos.

to the year of water off my back

I saw written on my palm / One word

Wrath

How about some bones of bastards to sharpen your fangs on?

coconut & dirt

I’m going to hurt you tonight / In three delicate ways

The Alphabet Witch

She’d eaten all the vowels, but everyone knows they’re the most delicious.

the growling goddess of chinatown

For one red moment she thinks she might kick the door in.

red sugar

Some girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.

the freckles on my fingertips

Stories trail behind me like the hem of a beautiful gown, and I point my toes as I stride.

the book of blood and snow

She dotted her i’s with little circles. / I fucking hate that.

Mistress Kitty

He was afraid of her eyes. / He was meant to be.

fell to the red room

It does things to me that I don’t understand.

brigit with the peppermint hands

harlot, hooker, hussy, jade, jezebel, minx, mistress, scrubber, slag, slattern, slut, strumpet, succubus, tail, tart, tramp, trollop, wanto…

I am liquorice allsorts, minus the pink

I went from Barbie / to Medusa / in one quick fall

songs of spine & salt

brush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones
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