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The Creator Of Divine Revolution
I come crashing down, just for the feeling, sometimes, but I sleep, a little more stable, when you grace my dreams with your presence. They used to call me, the creator of divine revolution, I was born under certain stars, that revealed some shit to me, that felt feverishly urgent, and once upon a time,…
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After
Your sheets are soft, and so is your voice, when you’re done with me, discipline disappearing underneath discussion, as you stroke my hair, eyes where your hands once were, with soft kisses joining them when I fall asleep.
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Send Her To Me
Maybe death is in the air. I wouldn’t know, it’s not like it rides in on a horse, these days. I watched the news last night, waiting in silence, as walls close in, on every dream destination, that I thought I’d escape to. I called my grandparents last night, letting them know I cared, like…
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What’s Wrong?
I told you, I was lost, and you didn’t understand. It felt so foreign in my throat, to tell the truth, scratching against my intuition, but I did it, with good intentions, because my vague whispers of “I’m fine” wound you, in a way I don’t want to. I’ve lived in many places, but I’ve…
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Recovery
Some days, I think I’ve recovered, and then I remember, the first time I thought I had, and I miss my naivety, so much, that I drown myself, in the knowledge that I will always be struggling for air. I have a little girl, but not in the way you think. She’s so optimistic, sticking…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 