Sunday, 16 June 2024

'Their Jaws Were Hanging' by Rachel Burrow

You could see them in the dark, with their little faces glowing. Glowing green on the slab. The products of Lucifers. Tooth-picked by physicians, curious to investigate the bulbous phenomena of the girls from the factories. White phosphorus workers, no jaws wagging, just sagging, and gaping. Struck, burnt and misshapen - the matchstick girls.

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