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Angel Baby – Chapter Five – Restraint
My wrists itched. They weren’t sore, but sleeping in restraints made my skin a little bratty the morning after, which was fitting, I suppose. They just needed a little moisturiser, and they’d be fine, but my moisturiser was in my bag, in the living room and completely inaccessible to somebody who was unable to move…
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Running Across Broken Bridges
There she stands, clear path, created from necessity and staring up at me, her body, bright under the kind light of the moon. It is time to be true to myself, but I take one step, full of dread and then I hesitate, staring at the quiet confidence of the bridge before me, who stares…
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Sunflowers and Cigarettes
Sunflowers sleep atop black curls, surrounding my sweet face, floral crown, shining in the sunlight that never seems to want to leave. The charms of my bracelet jingle jangle on the boat’s cleat, as I ache for the ocean, just beyond my reach. I hear God in the ocean’s howl, and he is kinder to…
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A Haiku About Poetry
You are my soulmate, lovely lines, sweet, soft stanzas. You are my true love.
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Last Night’s Spell
Planting poppies under the waxing moon, I read my wish list to the stars, hoping God stayed up late to hear from his favourite girl. I’m just a dreamer, longing for long, late night phone calls, where I feel the Earth stop, then watch the sun rise, in a blink of my hastily made up…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 