“I heard her holler, I heard her moan. My lovely daughter – I took her home.”
- PJ Harvey
And at night she would clutch at her ribs and stare endlessly into the darkest corner of the room, shivering and remembering his touch. But during the day she would laugh and toss her hair and chin lifted, she would stalk the streets, a gazelle of the city, horns sharpened, hooves ready, flanks quivering.
Photo: Maroochydore, QLD.