To The Girls Who Danced Againthe consummation of two vessels
is dangerous only when sight blinks into focus,
all hell revealed. little archangel of
the girls damned existence for milk of the Earth-mother;
they cut up Bacchus, whiskey, cradle—
poetry
Sacha
Eighteen year-old writer from London, UK. Rarely found without platform boots or a book (sometimes two). Read more of her work on her Substack blog "Kiss Stains", or on Twitter (@sachacb_).
London, United Kingdom