Moyna Pam Dick

From 'I am writing you from afar'

Some time ago, I must have died. Now I am simply on their spindle.

Or nature gnashes its teeth, chews me, wishes to crack my husk. Of course.

Tenderness is outlawed.


They stole the girls to prevent them from reading. From writing. They stole them away from words,
to make them into bodies. Of virgins they could enter like gods. But the girls refused their

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