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The Window Scratchers by Iseult Healy

THE WINDOW SCRATCHERS 

Cheekbones scratch my window purple tongues receive no blessed bread not enough life even for snot I turn away Not today Eyelashes flutter the glass  big brown eyes melt as they die limbs watered to waste I turn away The queue at my window is growing sisters with shredded vaginas  heart-ripped mothers  child-torn fathers  smear the glass Not today Let me have my fire on this day Let me have my dinner and wine...

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