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Nothing Broken<\/strong><\/p>\n Something was always crooked, off-true, There was always a glass slipper I couldn\u2019t fill; for evenings filled with forbidden faces, and the white queen of my reflection, I\u2019d succumb to the chromatic scale of evening; Igniting it all in sleep, I\u2019d choke and burn <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Julia Stothard<\/strong> is a data report writer & analyst working for an FE college in Surrey. Her poems have appeared in iota, South, Orbis, Weyfarers<\/em> and IS&T.<\/em> She posts micropoetry @TerzaVerse on Twitter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nothing Broken Something was always crooked, off-true, I\u2019d cut out across town in rain that never got through, but weighed me down. There was always a glass slipper I couldn\u2019t fill; cold floors beneath stockinged feet, lifeless layers of damp peeled off for evenings filled with forbidden faces, eyes the colour of […]<\/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":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12067","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=12067"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12069,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12067\/revisions\/12069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI\u2019d cut out across town in rain
\nthat never got through, but weighed me down.<\/p>\n
\ncold floors beneath stockinged feet,
\nlifeless layers of damp peeled off<\/p>\n
\neyes the colour of make-believe –
\ntouch, the static brush of fairy dust<\/p>\n
\nblemished by a distance only ever halved.
\nStaring out from this happily-ever-after<\/p>\n
\nstarless, moonless; leaking sighs
\nand ever so slightly descending.<\/p>\n
\nthen wake to find
\nnothing was really broken.<\/p>\n