the rebel writhes

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.”

Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance


self imposed insomnia and the chemical intoxication of sleep deprivation

she’s a clever little catastrophe chasing highs and unconditional flattery

the rebel writhes as nile length legs snake through Egyptian cotton sheets

 lips still wet from sipping on hundred proof brown liquor and sucking on ice

the truth is she isn’t yours, but she isn’t his, or his either

she tastes like rules broken and guarded hearts invaded

just     for     the     hell      of       it

murmur’s “no one” softly as she settles into the drunken bliss of sleep

perfectly happy to slumber by herself

because in the dirty war of temptation and resistance

the rebel writhes and the rebel wins

a. duncan, 2017





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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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