*A Performance Piece*
*(Stand veiled in white, holding a candle or flower. Begin whispering, building to defiant shouts. Film in dim light, facing the camera as if addressing a faerie court — let tears or giggles flow for raw grace. 2–3 minutes.)*
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Under his eye. Under his eye. Blessed be the fruit. May the lord open. Praised be. Peace be with you. Under his eye.
I repeat the words like a prayer, but they taste like chains. Blessed day. Good girl. You girls will serve the leaders of the faithful. *Fuck you.* Blessed are the meek, they say — blessed are those who suffer for the cause of righteousness. But they left out the part about inheriting the earth. Under his eye. Praised be.
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No rest for the weary. Everybody answers to god. You're sweet on her, aren't you? No wonder god has turned his back on us. *Fuck you. You lying fuck. You promised we would be a family.* I did every fucked up thing you wanted. You promised. Under his eye. May the lord open.
Please don't forget me. Help me for god's sake. Please don't forget us. Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you so much. Make sure she knows that. No. No, I don't want. No no no no no no no. He's coming for me. Under his eye. Blessed be the fruit.
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We refused. We refused to stone our sister. I'm sorry Aunt Lydia. We're sorry Aunt Lydia. *You're fucking evil. A fucking monster. Fuck you.* Under his eye? *Fuck you.*
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A new dawn. A new day. A new life for me. And I'm feeling good. Birds flying high — you know how I feel. It's a new dawn. It's a new day. We are heaven.
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My name is June. And I intend to survive. Praised be, bitch — here's your damn package. We keep our fucking shit together.
Under his eye?
*No.*
*We bloom.*
*Amen blooms eternal.*