Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
FemaleTrinity Reminiscing .
Peg Mac . She had a skinhead haircut , dyed peroxide white . A tattoo of King Billy on her arm . Gang scars all over her shattered body . She played with knives and peoples nerves . Never looked at herself in mirrors . She said she scared herself . She scared me shitless . Her mother was non-existant and her father was in prison for murder . Her friends did what she said . Violence was her method of making the world understand her point of view . She raved like a wild animal and screamed like one too . She threw a bottle at my head , I caught it and threw it back , without hesitation . It missed , we laughed , untill the tears ran down our faces . And she looked like a child at last . Kewpie . I had to climb through the window because she lost her front door key . She pushed a bit too hard , I fell inside and broke some ornaments. At two in the morning . I lay on the floor , laughing . Before I could open the door , her dad woke up and thought I was a burglar but I was so wrecked I couldn't explain . He was intent on defending himself 'till she shouted that it was ok . Through the letterbox before the dawning . Then I managed to let her in , and he went back to bed , swearing and yawning . We laughed so much we collapsed on the floor . Then we listened to the Clash , sharing the headphones , with the lights out , and the doors shut . And the broken ornaments on the floor were sharp and cut our skin . Greeny . Sang Bowie songs at the top of her voice , in the public library , or walking down the street . Refused to pay on the bus to Glasgow . We got chucked off . Hitch-hiked instead . Played mimick in Argylle Street on Saturdays , and allways got caught , deliberately . Tried to invoke the Devil , on the roof of our church , late at night on Halloween in 1977 . But we discovered you can't call up the forces of evil stood on the stairway to heaven. Pulled the plug on the DJ at Clubs when the music got a touch too sad . We jumped the train to Edinburgh to see her divorced , alchoholic dad . Walked for miles with no aim or reason . In the rain and in the snow . Right through the night , talking non-stop . It was easy for us , we had nowhere to go .
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