Blow up, doll


Blow up, doll

Apparently I wore a corset tonight
You wouldn’t mind if I did
I still affect you
In my leather and bondage
I pretend you’re not my muse.
You are.
We drunkly tussle
You admit you’ve been horrible
Tell me I’m lovely
want to unwrap me
You imagine I might let you.
I imagine this too
When I let you go
you come back
like a wave lapping at the shore
you lap at me
smother me
You thirst for space, then intimacy
Lose and find me
Neglect and mine me
Words cross country,
and we pulsate
deflate, inflate
you are my blow up doll
blow up, doll
What shall we do? Kill each other
Fuck each other and then kill each other?
Over and over
“The joy of repetition really is in you”
Lather, rinse, repeat
Lather, rinse, repeat
Rather, linse, pereat
Thather, since, tereap
Tather, thince, thereap
Pather, tince, sereat
Blather, mince, excrete


Clare Marcie Wilson has a BA in Theatre and English Literature and an MA in Classical and Contemporary Text from the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. She is an actor, writer and general theatre maker originally from New Zealand and now based in Glasgow. She is still mining all the writing she did during and post study. She is also working on a project about rap music.

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