{"id":3957,"date":"2018-07-13T17:18:37","date_gmt":"2018-07-13T21:18:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=3957"},"modified":"2024-08-19T18:54:31","modified_gmt":"2024-08-19T22:54:31","slug":"alone-in-this-shell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/alone-in-this-shell\/","title":{"rendered":"Alone in this Shell"},"content":{"rendered":"

First published in May\/June, 2007, Volume 4, Issue 2, The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nMy bosoms lay arid<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

and my hips barren and void<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

and under this cord dress<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

these hidden white legs<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

never to squeeze<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

to wrap, or to lay<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

a deep empty waste<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

never to fill, never to taste<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

sweet serum of moist love<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

left dry and unchaste.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With love that\u2019s been rationed<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

by father inside<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

with never a tide<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

to flow in and flow out<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

or empty and fill<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

my desire and doubt<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

a man or a woman<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

to lie with or without.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I wake all alone<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

cold and unheld<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

in this mortician\u2019s lair<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

in the night where I fell<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

to tear at my blouse<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

alone in this shell<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

desolation forlorn<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

this Second Street hell.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lizzie Borden poem by Michael Brimbau.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32,"featured_media":4927,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3957","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3957","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/32"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3957"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3957\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5702,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3957\/revisions\/5702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3957"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3957"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3957"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}