An Ode to Fleabag

This piece was originally published by Severine in 2019.

She came onto my screen

A flurry of limbs and awkward sex

A navy coated, red lipped nymph.

The sister. The best friend.

The lost         

               The broken

The f r a g m e n t e d

We are all her


I really want to steal a gold headless statue someday.

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