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emilygolightly

fear of the feminine
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Cold Flowers

I looked back; the city stretched and pulled me under. I’ve lost my mind in its jewellery stores and rat-holes, eyes rolled seasick across its floors. Angels and murderers ride the trains mutely and cough when they cover their mouths, flash their knives, bare their teeth. I’ll still walk a broken tunnel long after I am gone when the place has been picked clean and the sun has passed out in her party dress, the fairs all rolled away and electric lights dying – when I’ve made it to the edges     crying and muddy on the banks of the river     where God and the water meet she’ll still be spread there, the slee

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Literature

Cold Flowers

I looked back; the city stretched and pulled me under. I’ve lost my mind in its jewellery stores and rat-holes, eyes rolled seasick across its floors. Angels and murderers ride the trains mutely and cough when they cover their mouths, flash their knives, bare their teeth. I’ll still walk a broken tunnel long after I am gone when the place has been picked clean and the sun has passed out in her party dress, the fairs all rolled away and electric lights dying – when I’ve made it to the edges     crying and muddy on the banks of the river     where God and the water meet she’ll still be spread there, the slee

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Goddess

- If I could be so ugly I could be the mouth that rose like a sun to eat the world, and other women would crawl to the yawn of my teeth, and my green mouth would grow hot with flowers as I ate; birds flying like pins to the sound of my breath.

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