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Cherry Stem
Cherry stem at the bottom of her glass,tied by her tongue,and me, in her lap,tied up in her troublesome smirk and possessive, pawing hands. The sun was beginning to set,and she had been drinking since it had risen,so I was in a unique kind of danger,just a little lost in her lager fuelled lust,but I…
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#IBelieveHer
A few years ago, I recorded and released a podcast, discussing the behaviour of a man and his abuse of me and other women. I did this to try and raise awareness, because I knew he was attempting to use social media to find and abuse new victims, and I felt it was important to…
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A Woman’s Work
Celia scrubbed at her hands as the sun rose outside the kitchen window. She sighed in the direction of her husband’s urn on the sideboard and shook her head. The morning seemed to intrude earlier every single day, and there was no end to her duties as a single mother. “April!” She called out for…
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Dathan
My heart was pinc,uaine when I was distant and suspicious,her eyes were gorm and gorgeous,so I was helpless,to how she harnessed my soul. There I was,galled by her gaze of gorm,formed from a thousand years of history,the swirling cyclone of the coastal air that held the ocean in it’s aching arms until they become little…
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She Asked Me What I Liked About Her
She was a women who walked like the world belonged to her,and as I watched her weave through the wilderness,I had no choice but to concede that it did. She had the kind of eyes that I’d been trying to describe for a decade.My pen in peril, picking at run on sentences and rare combinations…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 