The Poison Thread

by Laura Purcell

don’t like the idea of our character being written in our skulls. Somehow, it takes away the notion that we might have a choice.’

My thoughts, my stitches. An unbreakable link between the two.

He wishes me pinned like a butterfly: beautiful to display, firmly in my place. Without life.

at what stage do we cease to be merciful, and become fools?

she has ‘a maggot in her head’. By this they mean a curious notion or an idea that cannot be displaced.