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To Men Who Catcall
A man with no manners called me rude, after shouting something about my boobs, and being wounded by the sharp edges of my sweary response. I assume he’ll heal, from being told to fuck off, but my body is full of scars, spoken onto my skin, by men, who don’t know how to keep their…
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Por Amarte Así
I smile at you, seven times a day, noting each down, in the notebook you presented me, for my last birthday, inscribed with instructions on how I should chronicle our continued love, and all the ways it ebbs and flows. I just want you to know, that I know that things aren’t ideal, that real…
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World Building
‘Tis better to go mad, in your own little world, than to be bored, and trapped in someone else’s. You can explore if you like, but you can never stay, because this place is mine, and I cannot protect you from her.
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Thinking
I’m not thinking about it. I think I have found a happy medium, where I can go a few minutes, in total peace, before starting to break down, as I recall what I meant to banish.
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Speeches
My friends don’t like you, and yours are sick of your ceaseless speeches, all the ways you find to say, that I am all yours. You were always an outstanding orator, so I took the place of your captive crowd, in awe, in your arms, in a daze and a daydream, wrapped in your warm…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 