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Exorcism<\/strong><\/p>\n All day, you scurry about with your little net, The house hums with your work. Their black blood All night, the wind slathers the house Waking, you say I’m pale, my eyes <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kitty Coles<\/strong> has been writing poetry since she was a child but only submitting it for publication in the last few years.\u00a0 Her poems have appeared in magazines including Mslexia, Iota, Obsessed With Pipework, Brittle Star <\/em>and The Interpreter’s House.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Exorcism All day, you scurry about with your little net, like a hunter of moths, things of darkness, duplicitous fire.\u00a0 You are diligent in your efforts.\u00a0 You search them down and slaughter them on the spot, steadfast and efficient. The house hums with your work. Their black blood is scentless.\u00a0 You scrub […]<\/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-8329","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8329","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=8329"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8329\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8331,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8329\/revisions\/8331"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlike a hunter of moths, things of darkness,
\nduplicitous fire.\u00a0 You are diligent
\nin your efforts.\u00a0 You search them down
\nand slaughter them on the spot, steadfast and efficient.<\/p>\n
\nis scentless.\u00a0 You scrub it from the floors.
\nThe wood wears thin.\u00a0 I rest on the sofa.
\nYou bring me lemon water.\u00a0 You wrap me in blankets.
\nI am only warm when you hold me.<\/p>\n
\nin wet, throws leaves like the plumage
\nof tropical birds at the windows.
\nYou sleep, so I become the one who hunts.
\nI keep myself awake by speaking your name.<\/p>\n
\nare bruised by my vigils.
\nI am earning my place here. Some day
\nI will deserve you.\u00a0\u00a0 My body quivers,
\nwaiting for your flame.<\/p>\n