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Oct 2015
Slipping into my skimpiest dress I scream and smash all the softly twinkling
Glass
Embedded in mother's wedding heels, I totter on the edge 40 stories
High
In a stranger's bedroom, eyes low with a gun to my
Head
Away from relative safety, dance past a sign reading No
Trespassing
In the life of a married man, drinking wine and letting him
****
This life, light another cigarette, burn my palm with the dark end of a
Match
Made in heaven, made in hell, keep on
Moving
Inside me, out of body, casual notions, perpetual motion
Emma Hill
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