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9-5
The telephone cord is a chain, I am raining on the inside, storms in my chest, spreading to the rest of me, that’s never restful, on these stressful days, that seem to last for ages, raining rage on my desk, trapped by obligation, trying to survive, salaried per second, waiting for the welcome collapse, of…
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Rivers Of Gold
I still reach for rivers of gold, slivers of silver, when I am half asleep, but, he is gone. Blue eyes, banished, as I bandage myself with time, and sleep, pouring with pity, blueberry sunset, seeing the day we met, and a tornado of time since, how he destroyed my world, putting it back together…
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It Can Be Lonely, Being A Lady
A million mirages, a million ways to look okay, when life looks bleak, a million smiles, that cost too much to keep, when you close the door, and are alone, sliding to the floor, with your heart in your throat, your eyes a waterfall. It can be lonely, being a lady. We are strong, but…
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Yet Another Angsty Thought About My Tarot Cards
You ask me,as always,what I’m looking for,as I look at life,with a mix of inconsolable indifference,and disastrous despair,except,when I look at you,of course.I roll the eyes you adore,at your question,because,time is precious,like my diamonds,and the little dignity I have left. I left you once,without telling you,silently slipping away,in my mind,severing the ties,that you had sweet…
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Unicorns
You recline on the couch, declining into the ground, positive that you can patch this up, presenting your wife with a plaster. The plaster is petite, rainbow mane, your very own unicorn, ready for anything, adventuring with anyone, and she’ll leave a trail of light, across your life, seducing smiles back onto broken faces, that…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 