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Bad Blood
Bad Blood
A villanelle
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet.
When she was nine she first noticed her coming of age
and imagined her brother, Pete.
She bleached the bathroom, to keep her mind neat
and clean, like a white, new page.
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet.
She took a walk to cool the heat
aimlessly attempting to cool the rage
and imagined her brother, Pete.
He was blue eyed, tall, smelt like wheat
and sage,
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet.
He entered her head while she sat at her desk seat,
locked inside a call centre cage,
and imagined her brother, Pete.
Seductive art; the final stage.
A screaming heart to an unwholesome beat
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet
and imagined her brother, Pete.
A villanelle
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet.
When she was nine she first noticed her coming of age
and imagined her brother, Pete.
She bleached the bathroom, to keep her mind neat
and clean, like a white, new page.
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet.
She took a walk to cool the heat
aimlessly attempting to cool the rage
and imagined her brother, Pete.
He was blue eyed, tall, smelt like wheat
and sage,
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet.
He entered her head while she sat at her desk seat,
locked inside a call centre cage,
and imagined her brother, Pete.
Seductive art; the final stage.
A screaming heart to an unwholesome beat
Riley touched herself and bathed her feet
and imagined her brother, Pete.
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