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Opening, Girl of Dark Garrets
by Cesca Janece Waterfield Though I am harmless, you have been warned. Touch me and you will not be the same. Pray, stand pressed to your will as I touch you, and see how shallow is your resolve. I am girl of dark garrets who lives by my wit. Once, I longed only to share, but you stole bread from my coffer, wine from my lips, babes from my breast... So now, see how I fend. My sister is Salome, Electra, my pride. My love is selfish, god in all belfries, flying out over swale. I let you see me. Leasee, I am lessor, and not least of all. My love lasts, in deed and sentiment, from Moravia to Volga, two hours by train. My lap, the dark depot to which you will not return. Blast some ghost of caprice. Curse violence of pride, and in deed, you curse only self. When the train recedes, remember the irons you laid, glutton for bones. Into me, I take your spinster shadow and recede into shade, so that you might not know my means. I am bachelor everlasting, and you will no more dance upon my divan than see your seed take root. Seeds spill from my mouth, and develop germane. Having loosed them myself, they return to me. I have carved into my breast my own letter "A," so put down your blade. It has shown redundant. La lettera scarlatta. Divertiti, Gran Cancellierre, mie amor. No power have you what power have. Though I am harmless, you have been warned.
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