Piece 1:
A woman stands by a mountain at night
prodded and plodded by authoritarian men
she rests her head as a specimen
and in the morning that follows wakes up to be hollowed
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Fanney Björk Ingólfsdóttir
Fragments of a Story
1.
It‘s hard for me to describe my surroundings. Maybe because I just keep looking down at my hands or maybe because the tears are blurring my vision. I can clearly make out my mother’s voice. How stern it is, rough as always when she is giving someone a piece of her mind. But at the same time there is a tremble in it now, a nervous vibration that I have not heard before. Almost as if the sternness is breakable, at the verge of shattering at any moment.
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what a diagnosis is
a way to justify a pill prescription,
a dull tool,
one doctor’s opinion,
an idea we can ponder
in the isolation room,
Madwomen in the Attic 