Academic journal article Hecate

Smutting with Summer

Academic journal article Hecate

Smutting with Summer

Article excerpt

Her tips move. Her skin shines worrying. There are shadows under the house. Someone is looking at the grass growing noisily, looking out from between the slats. Her lips move. The air is sordid with other people's secrets.

Something wet is starting to trickle down. There are shadows that are not supposed to be here. Lips are moving in hail-marys. Skin is shining. So frail. Tentative.

The grass is pushing its blades up toward the sky. The cement is all unyielding passion. A back is running rivulets. Thighs are wet with other people's secrets.

Distraction sighs.

Hair plasters itself half-heartedly to a forehead.

She is very scared for this world. She cannot stop her lips from moving. She cannot make the words sound big enough to stop the grass growing. She cannot see the sky.

The slats are orderly & fixed & regularly spaced.

This is a mistake, these arms & legs that don't work any more

The world is pressing worldly heat & knowing in between the slats. There are shadows under the house. Other people's secrets are not supposed to be trickling over the cement. …

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