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I’ve Been Made Up For Several Hours, With Nowhere To Go
Saffron on my skin, soft and sentimental, sensitive to the time, sending signals with my actions, seeking answers on your intentions. Seven PM seems about right, so why am I nervous? Surely soon meant soon? Seven wasn’t a sure thing, sure. Neither was today, so, maybe I’m building myself up, so high, just to fall,…
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Nature Is A Language. Can’t You Read?
Thatcher’s dead, but I’m still not satisfied. I join her in the dirt, with broken promises and stars in my eyes, my dreams don’t cast shadows, and I live in a neighbourhood where good people don’t go. He joins me, and I smoke all his cigarettes, while we listen to The Smiths. He asks me…
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I’ve Been To The Doctor, and Ignored Everything He Said
So, It was you. You, who never left, leaking emotions by my side, burrowing inside me, breaking me until I have no choice but submission. You, who never left, latching on, lashing out, leaking emotion, in a confusing cycle, until everyone else leaves, and it’s just you and me. You. Me. You ask me, with…
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Late Night Shopping
I went shopping for silk, imagining myself as a mistress, who goes hiking in the valleys of Los Angeles, while waiting for her forbidden fruit to find some time, to do dastardly deeds on the sheets his wife dutifully washes. There is no wife, this time, I’m going straight, in a sense, though I remain…
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Ribbons and Fairy Lights
I am bewildered in your bed sheets, wrapped in ribbons, my rushing thoughts, hurry out as hurtling breaths, and I can’t think of anything, but the softness of your voice. Your touch softens, I am alight, then you are deliciously rough with me, and I am anxious energy, wanting you to want me, watching you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 