Act ii. Mórrígan

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There's a way of ripping Roman flesh that only ravens can do. You take a whole field-full, slaughtered as a legion, and begin to fillet the flesh, tweezering it between blackened bills [...] Men's eyes hang on stalks of stubble, swinging from their optic nerves, pendulous as foxgloves. There are blood spots and other interpunctions bold as orchids. Heads, cleaved in by horses' hooves, mould outwards like mushrooms. You can pick out the rare flowers of ring fingers severed by swords, and spattered gall-bladders like bitter herbs. I can croak, preen, swoop heedless through my blooming garden. You've not seen a woman's muscles until you've seen mine. One shake, and the mast starts falling, a bountiful crop of men's heads. Don't cross me at a red moon: my face will sprout black feathers, my eyes harden into ebony beads, and out of my arms the quills will thrust,

Mórrígan, Giles Watson
































































ii.   She'd learned about muggle weapons by looking through the wound of one—that certain things entered a body like a puncture and left like a bomb. Mum said different bullets made different scars, and the English soldier's exit wound yawned like a daylily in bloom. It sort of trickled from the centre, red petal-tips that thinned into purple skin. Amoret's scar was similar in that it flowered from the point of impact too, jagged pink lines twining like autumn sticks, like daisy chains in mid-July, like lightning splitting through spring rain.





































































 Amoret's scar was similar in that it flowered from the point of impact too, jagged pink lines twining like autumn sticks, like daisy chains in mid-July, like lightning splitting through spring rain

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AMORET & TOM
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i. me and the devil ━ soap&skin ' ii. it happened quiet ━ AURORA ' iii. candles ━ daughter ' iv. sometimes i feel like a motherless child ━ michael kiwanuka ' v. basic instinct ━ the acid ' vi. don't believe ━ vashti bunyan ' vii. spiracle ━ flower face ' viii. blue wine ━ nao ' ix. posthumous forgiveness ━ tame impala ' x. fight like gods ━ chelsea wolfe ' xi. won't you call me ━ agnes obel ' xii. fynbos ━ alice phoebe lou '

NADYA & COLETTE
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i. brutus ━ buttress ' ii. come over (again) ━ crawlers ' iii. make up your mind ━ f + the machine ' iv. flightless bird ━ roar ' v. reflections ━ the neighbourhood ' vi. les filles désir ━ vendredi sur mer ' vii. mourning doves ━ mikky ekko ' viii. count me in ━ early winters ' ix. star ━ mitski ' x. just asking ━ aquilo ' xi. cellophane ━ fka twigs ' xii. NFWMB ━ hozier '

 NFWMB ━ hozier '

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