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Cowardice<\/strong><\/p>\n & I did not even as she was screaming, 2 policemen between <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Freya Jackson<\/strong> is a 21 year old writer from Leeds, Yorkshire (UK). Places she has been published include: Arc Magazine, The Literateur, Hapex <\/em>and the A3 Review.<\/em> She was a finalist for the 2015 Princemere Poetry Prize and Highly Commended for the Binnacle Ultra Short Competition 2016. See here also: http:\/\/www.pothook.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cowardice & I did not even as she was screaming, 2 policemen between her holding her like the edge of a dam edging into her onto her but that\u2019s not my business makes me think too much all the times I was – the woman on the wall was either screaming or […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14121","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=14121"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14399,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14121\/revisions\/14399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nher holding her like the edge of a dam edging into her
\nonto her but that\u2019s not my business makes me think too
\nmuch all the times I was – the woman on the wall
\nwas either screaming or struggling but not both I can\u2019t remember
\nand my mother said he was probably her boyfriend it
\nwas probably fine don\u2019t panic don\u2019t cry no-one was hurting
\nher but he was the replay in my head was old stereo she
\nwas screaming or she was struggling but not both I remember
\nwhy can\u2019t I remember \u2013 it didn\u2019t happen to me nothing happened
\nthough all the fear in my head made me fizzy-drink shock
\nstuck I either screamed or I didn\u2019t or I didn\u2019t it happened two
\nthree times nothing though he scared me kept following me
\ncouldn\u2019t shake him shake myself in the mirror I knocked on every
\ndoor but only one woman answered and my brother looked
\nafterwards like something awful had happened though the police
\ndidn\u2019t knew it was a waste of their time like they wanted to shake
\nme as I slotted the pound coin into the dip-centre of my palm
\nyou\u2019re a good girl, aren\u2019t you I kept thinking about Mary before the
\nfall all dirty feet I\u2019ll never let a man touch me wash me like that didn\u2019t
\nlet him either and he didn\u2019t force me \u2013 nothing happened sixteen
\nand I\u2019m playing at pain walking around suburban Sunday screaming
\nno-one around but me didn\u2019t know if I was capable of it took too
\nlong like learning to play the flute can\u2019t get a sound out it the breathing\u2019s
\nall wrong then all at once scream scream scream but no-one left their
\nhouse a wasted effort still I should have stopped at least it was like she
\nwas falling in slow motion I thought they were going to hit her but they
\ndidn\u2019t & even if they did I wouldn\u2019t have<\/p>\n