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Ave
Blood drips from glossy lips, thunder strikes across dark skies, power swells in a form that can’t contain it, and I am free in my dreams. Ave libertas. I sleep in the minds of maniacs, born under a waning crescent, but waxing wildly as the moon is reborn. I became a monster, with beautiful eyes,…
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My Father Loved His Horses
My father was always tall, just centimeters from the sky, I would pull on his legs, laughing as he collapsed, on his hands and knees, suddenly a horse, smiling and shuffling across the carpet, as if he were in a stable. I would pull myself onto his back, a princess, in the sky, with the…
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Love Language
Affirmation arias, melody of stars, I am home, when I hear your voice. I wrote your name in honey, on my heart, asleep under the moon, waiting for words to wash over me, sweet and satisfying. I graffiti the dictionary, appropriating the English language, giving new meaning to the sounds that leave my mouth. I…
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Tired Arms
The night is late and lonely, tired arms craving a connection, the moon is making memories with the stars, but I am bound for bed, with nobody but the sheets and my bad dreams for company. I put on a record, bracing myself for the barrenness of the cold air around me, dancing in darkness,…
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Cold
Frosted window panes, smiling at soft sunlight, that shyly pokes her head above the sky, to greet the grey pavements, that glitter with slick ice. The winter wind has arrived early, holding us close, in frozen arms, glacial kisses on bright red noses.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 