The nine lives you might have lived, were it not for the nine thin spells through your heart
Abigail Parry, 22 February 2018
“... after Robert Aickman Your sisters flash like jewels, bright as needles. They’re threading languid reels in the ballroom. Your heart is young and taut; your heart is strung with sparkling futures. Put an eye up to each one. Diamond Sixteen and juiced beneath the discoball. Your pulse, a worried minnow. Repeating rigmarole of knife and nerve, plastic cups ... ”