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10
May
2010
A business of Flies
Written by Imogen
There is a girl with a necklace of flies.
They sit on her collarbone eyes to arse and buzz and hum and slowly march round her white stretched skin. She doesn’t smell and she isnt dead.
People sometimes mention that there’s a fly in the room. And with a slow turn of her head she’ll stare it straight in the eye and watch it return to its rightful place.
Right in the hollow of her neck.
FLIES
Comment by Anna on May 10, 2010 at 4:53 pm
Thanks hun. I even sat here saying the word outloud to try and workout the plural. My degree down the drain!
Comment by Imogen on May 10, 2010 at 4:57 pm