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Scott King: How I’d sink American Vogue

Ostensibly a “year in the life” of American Vogue covers, King’s project imagines what would happen if incumbent editor Anna Wintour was replaced by King himself – who then steadily degenerates into a drink- and drug-induced psychosis over a 12-month tenure.

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Stronghold

We built a fort,
Just you and I,
It sheltered us,
From the ruckus,
Outside.

We went outside,
The ruckus invaded,
I sat on cold concrete,
Wishing my tears,
To dry.

Sobs caught in,
My throat ready,
To leap out and,
Betray my thoughts,
I sobbed.

Time passed,
You leaned on me,
Willing the hurt,
To fix and dry,
It did.

In the fort, home,
We made up,
Under dim light,
With soft kisses,
And caresses.

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Lonely nights, music thumping below,But up here silence pervades my room,Broken only by my own…

Lonely nights, music thumping below,
But up here silence pervades my room,
Broken only by my own breath.

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CALLING ALL GIRLS

grrrl-vomit:

hey guys i made a survey for my uni project about feminism and the internet and the impact it has so i’d really love it if you could take it and pass it on to others! it includes questions about things such as the riot grrrl movement and online zines and blog but you don’t have to know about either of these to actually take the survey! thanks so much!!!!!!!!

Click here to take survey

Trinité – d’Estienne d’Orves

Trinité – d’Estienne d’Orves

a dimly lit stations

trains stop and they start

a wheeze and a cough

that tear the body apart

sound resonates the tunnel

low voices echo through

belongings scattered

discarded, askew

hunched figures in black

squat closely on a bench

as they light up a spoon

they so dearly clench

the spoon fills up 

with a warm sticky brown

they gather eagerly 

removing their frown

tired passengers depart

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Trinité – d’Estienne d’Orves

a dimly lit station

trains stop and they start

a wheeze and cough

that tear the body apart

sound resonates the tunnel

low voices echo through

belongings scattered

discarded, askew

hunched figures in black

squat closely on a bench

as they light up a spoon

that they so clearly clench

the spoon fills up

with a warm sticky brown

they gather eagerly

removing their frown

tired passengers depart

b…

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Untitled #1

Untitled #1 - Poem

I remember the clothes,

And then they were gone.

I remember the blood,

And then there was none.

I remember your body,

Pressed against me.

The sound of my thoughts,

Were all I had left.

I remember the pain,

Until it was done.

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After Hours

He gropes and leers

from the doorway,

Like a spider in her web

waiting to catching their prey.

With shouts of

“Hey beautiful”

“Looking good”

And wolf whistles.

His kingdom is the night,

Her saviour is the day.

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Midnight Whispers - Free Writing.

One night I sat up and decided to practise my free writing, what you see here is an edited version of my jumbled and possibly incoherent thoughts. I hope you enjoy and please don’t hesitate to comment or ask any questions! CSB x

I listen silently to the…

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