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Electrotherapy at Steinhof<\/strong><\/p>\n Under the light of the sanatorium window, Wearing her nerves on the outside The door to the machine swings open Filaments sparring between electrodes Walking to her bed, she can recall nothing Blooms in the lace, passion flower, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ellena Deeley<\/strong> is PhD candidate at the University of Exeter. Her thesis explores representations of conjoined twins in contemporary literature and screen media. She was a runner up in the 2015 Mslexia Women\u2019s Poetry Competition and specially commended in the Welsh Poetry Competition in 2012 and 2014.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Electrotherapy at Steinhof Under the light of the sanatorium window, The red curtains impersonate a woman Wearing her nerves on the outside Of her dress, like a bridal train. The door to the machine swings open And she treads into heated wires; Filaments sparring between electrodes Send tremors through her pale blue […]<\/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-19016","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19016","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=19016"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19016\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19110,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19016\/revisions\/19110"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19016"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19016"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19016"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe red curtains impersonate a woman<\/p>\n
\nOf her dress, like a bridal train.<\/p>\n
\nAnd she treads into heated wires;<\/p>\n
\nSend tremors through her pale blue feet.<\/p>\n
\nExcept when someone at the piano lit a match;<\/p>\n
\nFlaked into a confetti of ash.<\/p>\n