Hex

by Jenni Fagan

I miss people I have never met. Mourn them. Even more than those who have already, one by one, been taken from me.

A woman’s voice is a hex. She must learn to exalt men always. If she doesn’t do that, then she is a threat. A demon whore, a witch – so says everyone and the law.

We are more magic than flesh.

We hold hands. Drink too much or not at all. We traverse boundaries whilst looking ordinary.

Tall stories only make tall churches. Not reality.

Men want to know how they got trapped on earth.

They claimed you could bring winds to the North Sea. Of course you could!

Take the only thing she owns – her voice, her mind. Take it.

What is the message to all men who want to kill? Pick your corpses wisely.

A storm arrives at the exact second when a girl learns she’ll never be free.

If a pregnant woman looks at the full moon her baby will go insane.

How many times have boys’ eyes (even the nicest ones) looked back at you, knowing with utter certainty that they are right and you are wrong? Because every stone laid since Adam watched Lilith leave Eden has been with the sole intent of him never being shamed by a woman again.