Simon Perril

Simon Perril is.

what holds me

what holds me when even the mystery of the smallest bones in the body has gone those spindle sticks cast no shade on my inmost shape and I pass between: no bride no mother no queen the dwindling prospect of …

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Persephone, dark abductee

from Beneath: A Nekyiad Persephone, dark abductee gather me for I soften lose shape find kin amongst the wet things palpitate like a fountain tip. So slit the pocket of my back reach in unfold the flutes there make me …

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