Tag Archives: Eve Lacey

‘Dora’s Box

Opens spluttering secrets after much fiddling with the fastening of my purse clasped shut. Too much fastening, he said, could case the mind and blood to race fit to burst, smashing at the clasp of the purse. The talking cure … Continue reading

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Make no bones

Full fathom five thy thoughts must dive chevrons deep in your car park sleep they belched you up, exhausted, for you took your tardy time to excavate. Bottled spider-man, your own Yorick now. And what a wonder, withered hag, that … Continue reading

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