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Played by Offline Jeanne [PM] Posts: 399 — Threads: 81
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Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  Immortal [Year 498 Spring]  |  16 hh  |  Hth: 47 — Atk: 53 — Exp: 93  |    Active Magic: Greater Telekinesis & N/A  |    Bonded: Ereshkigal (Demonic Vulture)
#1










“I am steel trap crowned with a magpie’s glint: not a girl to be saved but

a girl to be saved from.”



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THE SILVER QUEEN OF SOLTERRA









I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


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#2

" So what if I am

phantom-bruise, torn

tether, feral orphan?

I’m telling you now, I

am never going to die."


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Excerpt from “Sex or Sleep or Silk,” Tarfia Faizullah







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


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#3

"Candy clouds through the power lines,
The vanishing point of high tension

There’s something soft in me –
we killed it and it’s rotting.

Off the highway like another deer.
Off the highway like another girl.

Mind those twin glows in the dark

that just learned to stare back.
New eyes in an old skull.

If you really want to die
I’ll fucking help."

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Excerpts from “A Barbie Dream House but all the Dolls are Kitchen Knives”, Cassandra Alba







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


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#4

"Did you inherit a sickness? Did you blame god? Did you believe in god? Do you believe in yourself? Are you still on fire? Did you ever put out the fire?”

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Excerpt from Andalucía, Lisa Marie Basile







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


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#5

"there is too much noise.
i want to scream, to yell,
shut up shut up shut up,
but my mouth is shut,
a tight-pressed line keeping
a wildfire on this inside.

my heart is not in my throat.
it is pounding too hard,
secure in my chest,
no,
the weight at the back of my throat
is not my heart."

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Excerpt from a poem about being angry, e.d. smith







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


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#6

Before I give you
my body tell me


if you've ever killed
before: if you've ever watched


the world burn
from the windowsill


of your home. Because
the girl was trying


to say she couldn’t swim
when an unholy man


pushed her into
the river. The body’s dying


is never done but
sometimes dirtied hands


speed up the process.
Sweet thing, I think


we can sweeten
our bodies with wine,


with prayers
when we can’t remember


all the things we’ve
done with our hands:


Lord, call me
out of the darkness.


Lord, blessed are
those who weep


alongside the
drying river—


who unearth
the unnamed bones.


Sweet thing, before you learn
the rhythm


of my pulse: the moment
it starts and


stops: tell me, did you notice
the way my body is held


together? With silk
ties and sharp


knives: Sweet thing, I use
them often. When


the girl became glass
her prayers drowned


Lord, aren’t we
too much


for this: must we go
in and out


of each other so
effortlessly, so


painfully. But let’s
not talk about that: instead,


tell me, when you’re up there—
looking out, out far


out your window:
are you thinking


of all the ways
you could fall? I don’t mind


feeling the heartbeat
of a man who’s scared.


So tell me, before I give you
my body: have you ever burned


grief but found yourself
unable to brush


the ashes off
your skin—I know


the feeling. This familiar
holiness—this ritual


for the lost. Tell me, while
the air is still loose


between our fingers, loose
around our


necks: is the
blood on your hands


dry? Is it slowly
disappearing? Mine isn’t.

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"psalm of scattered ashes," ashley mares







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence




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#7

I know you love to watch the end
of me. I vanish beyond the field

whose borders I built
with your thousand barbed unsaids.

I vanish into the sky.
I vanish into the moon,

this lemon slice of dead volcano.
Here I wait, my fingerless ears

poised as satellites, projecting my rabbitshaped
silence on space’s blank walls.

Something I don’t understand about myself
makes people want to hurt me.

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excerpt from "epistle from the hospital for text messaging," jenny molberg







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence




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#8

V

So for your arrogance
and your ruthlessness
I have lost the earth  
and the flowers of the earth,
and the live souls above the earth,
and you who passed across the light
and reached
ruthless;

you who have your own light,
who are to yourself a presence,
who need no presence;

yet for all your arrogance
and your glance,
I tell you this:

such loss is no loss,
such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls
of blackness,
such terror
is no loss;

hell is no worse than your earth
above the earth,
hell is no worse,
no, nor your flowers
nor your veins of light
nor your presence,
a loss;

my hell is no worse than yours
though you pass among the flowers and speak
with the spirits above earth.


VII

At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;

and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;

before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.

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excerpt from "eurydice," h.d.







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


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#9

in the beginning there was a table
i sat & ate at until i was something

my reflection swallowed in the plate,
my god, the weight of the blade.

the blade, singing.

you know when you become
something it eats you? the teeth
in my hand. the weight of the handle.
the meat separating from the bone.

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excerpt from "ribs," sam sax







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence




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Played by Offline Jeanne [PM] Posts: 399 — Threads: 81
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Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  Immortal [Year 498 Spring]  |  16 hh  |  Hth: 47 — Atk: 53 — Exp: 93  |    Active Magic: Greater Telekinesis & N/A  |    Bonded: Ereshkigal (Demonic Vulture)
#10

i dream of bleeding & of being swallowed / whole, this body / all its requisite parts / whole, how i hide myself from view / & THE LORD SAID / blessed be the girls who let nothing in

      / still i dream myself bloodied / my body swallowed / my body grass-stained & longing for the treeline / to reveal something green / a savior / something growing / whole, inside me / what happens to the shape of the girl / she’s eighteen / long-limbed & oaring across a cumberland lake / my body, the quiet grave / it’s the difference between drowning & burning


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excerpts from "in the witch elm," maggie woodward







I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORS
and there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.


please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence




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