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like melding like malleable in the dark like stolen breaths and staccato fingertips like red and purple lighting like lightning like dancing in reverse like the ledge like dipping a little bit of skin in the wax just to feel the heat like lingering on the lips like a nice shade smeared all across the eyes like practical uses of a knife like wisdom teeth like staccato lightning like stolen like striking like tensile like blooming like these hands and yours |
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a room without a door
For once I’m not sorry for the way I acted at the party
for arriving late
for outing the candle
for taking over the playlist
for spilling cherry cheesecake on your skirt
for nature’s mischief
for the witch’s third in my left pocket
for tending on mortal thoughts
for stealing half a glass of your sunny pink wine out of bad habit
and only getting a few sips in before I realised
I don’t even enjoy this feeling
anymore
for grasping at the dagger I see before me
for returning the kiss
Alexandra Cherian (she/they) is a filmmaker, writer, and girltwink extraordinaire from Te Whanganui-a-Tara. She has been published in bad apple, takahē, and Starling among others, and is a founding member of queer filmmaking collective The New New. In 2025, she completed her Masters in Creative Writing
at the International Institute of Modern Letters.
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