Sincerely, Jennifer x

I watched my stories as the sun rose.

Cigarette by the back door as the dark night is banished,

biting what was left of my nails; and their chipped polish,

waiting for the day to begin,

and more importantly, for it to end.

My time hasn’t come yet,

but time comes after me all the same,

and I know that I talk about this all the time,

counting down the cruel days,

until time has decided that I’ve served my sentence,

but I am an innocent and desperate woman,

so what do you expect?