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The Upstairs Bathroom<\/strong><\/p>\n commanded a view of The Backs: away more than just dirt. (Countless spiders or tits out in tin baths. The metal chain On the quiet, her dreamed of home of her babies when they left her, hollow view from upstairs.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gillian Mellor <\/strong>lives in Moffat, Scotland. She has been published in Southlight, The Fankle <\/em>and The Fat Damsel.<\/em><\/p>\n Note: The Upstairs<\/em> Bathroom<\/em>\u00a0 first appeared on the Southlight website.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Upstairs Bathroom commanded a view of The Backs: the allotments, the alleyways, the council estate. Here she washed away more than just dirt. (Countless spiders slid by – just temporary lodgers). The envy of her sisters, no more kitchen cat licks, or tits out in tin baths. The metal chain yanked […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11734","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11734","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11734"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11734\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11737,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11734\/revisions\/11737"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11734"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11734"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11734"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe allotments, the alleyways,
\nthe council estate. Here she washed<\/p>\n
\nslid by – just temporary lodgers). The envy
\nof her sisters, no more kitchen cat licks,<\/p>\n
\nyanked hard to flush out the cistern
\nmade overnight buckets in bedrooms redundant.<\/p>\n
\nboomed with the silence of a husband
\nin Europe and the blood-streaks<\/p>\n
\nas the craters the bombs made down
\nNewton Road. Lifeless as this new<\/p>\n