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ALICE bedecked in
saving grace, distracts from our
moral corruption
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as i form rebuttals
~ i carry the stench of impending defeat into the twilight hour. and when the sun breaches horizon. when a deluge pummels me about like a battered skiff. when the sky is bright with promise. a bleak picture most days, to be honest. you see my adversary is a real sad cunt. breaks the rules. lies. avoids reality at every turn. but her deception only spurs me on to push back. for she is me. we are i. locked in our mind. brittle smile on the outside while this conflict rages below, deep in our epidermis as i swallow every nasty thought she births. the world is none the wiser as we grapple for truth amidst laundry soap and dishes. she tries to break me as i form rebuttals, flooding my mouth with the poison of regret, the aftertaste of hindsight coating my tongue. i sag, belly bloated from swallowing down her alphabet of traitorous propaganda. but i refuse this fate–to be bullied into surrender. so i gag, strings of spittle and bile spattered about, purging myself of her venom and shame. perhaps i'm a misguided fool, but i'm still clinging to hope that tomorrow will see me the victor...
By Heather Hubler15 days ago in Poets
Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
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I wrote a paper on Alice in undergrad. It’s my favorite piece of Victorian prose.