The magic fairground
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
I scratch my head, the mixture of henna and indigo dyeing my
finger nails black
thinking of the red pill and the blue
Alice and her little vial
Drink Me
Pandora’s Box
Athena’s head exploding, a rebuttal to Zeus
yellowing wallpaper closing women’s mouths
Radcliffe shouts in her lesbian manifest
those following her down the well of loneliness
high waisted and limber of spine.
I want to nibble upon you morning, noon and night
but I do what is right and keep my fantasies in check
behind the lines of notepads and in the ink of pens
I suck till my tongue turns blue-black
your lips remind me of a pomegranate even without rouge
they look edible, lush, full like an excuse never to apologize
we are girls of violet, our pin in the concentration camps was
a pink V
last night I watched When Hitler Stole White Rabbit
at…
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