something niggling and not quite aware yet, it's so secret it snails its way on the inside
up a lower back to leech into the exact spot one cannot reach to rub to hold to feel
to warm to warn bloody thin rivulets extend sideways not quite to the hips but
somewhere non-existent in the back of the back of the back at the back to deluge
forward with lightning network welds back and front into one exact same harrowing
spot turns a body warm and red with sticky pain to turn me cold blue pale with
never ending getting even spite for me to feel the tingling niggling and remember what i'm
not aware of yet the rivulets of red snaking eve's snake into the innerinnerinner
insides forking the disaster pampering that pain twisting that torment tearing
the throbs forcing head in utero with no unborn teeth i want to scream i want
to moan i want to die i want to be adam i will never carry anything ever no sleep
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while looking for this song and knowing the words (below), i thought, why not.
two birds with one stone, right?
the magdalene laundries joni mitchell
i was an unmarried girl i'd just turned twenty-seven when they sent me to the sisters for the way men looked at me branded as a jezebel i knew i was not bound for heaven i'd be cast in shame into the magdalene laundries
most girls come here pregnant some by their own fathers bridget got that belly by her parish priest we're trying to get things white as snow all of us woe-begotten-daughters in the steaming stains of the magdalene laundries
prostitutes and destitutes and temptresses like me fallen women sentenced into dreamless drudgery why do they call this heartless place our lady of charity? oh charity!
these bloodless brides of jesus if they had just once glimpsed their groom then they'd know and they'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries they wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room they'd like to drive us down the drain at the magdalene laundries
peg o'connell died today she was a cheeky girl a flirt they just stuffed her in a hole surely to god you'd think at least some bells should ring one day i'm going to die here too and they'll plant me in the dirt like some lame bulb that never blooms come any spring not any spring no, not any spring not any spring
