Abigail Quigley

Joined March 2020

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Vengeance
Did you ever consider how the 'I hate you' you hissed from gritted teeth was nothing but a mere pleasantary for me unlucky for you
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
Cult Classic
'Nostalgia is a fucking liar a rose-tinted cult movie on loop manufacturing post recollections to seem much finer than they were
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
Body-Snatcher
we spoke in muted shades of grey my untouched hands rarely explored the fuzz that sat at the foot your spine a flaw of mine or yours I was never sure
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
Blackpool Rock
I started lingering over your name the delicate assembly of vowels and consonants that created a word which hadn't passed my lips in a while
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
The Disconnected Number I Still Call
The disconnected number I still call / is yours after our seven years apart / (see! Ours!) to blub and beg / persistent and adamant
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
Party Trick
'A party trick you’d say when you stuck pins through a layer of skin upon your pale finger tips wrinkled and torn red and raw
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
Liking The Peep Show does not make you edgy, nor superior.
During my recent phase of utter self-loathing and minor heartbreak, I decided to dabble into the strange (and horrific) world of online-dating. I downloaded Tinder and began to make the unfair judgement of men and women for miles around, swiftly swiping left on those with the 'wink' or 'devil' emoji in their distasteful bio.
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Geeks