Clare Bayley – Rejection

The rage was building… stoked by subterranean rejections of all sorts. Going back to childhood, to the womb, to before the womb, to legions of unplacated ghosts. The rage was building… stoked by subterranean rejections of all sorts. Going back to childhood, to the womb, to before the womb, to legions of unplacated ghosts of ignored women and writers over the centuries.

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