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For the first time in my life, I am really happy.
Drowning just a little, when the night comes down on me, due on stage in fifteen, downing drinks, injecting dreams. My veins have always been clean, but my soul would beg to differ. I’ve seen the demons, hanging on the arms of my reflection, as I try to look past the mirror and avoid my…
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Wilma McCann, Emily Jackson, Irene Richardson, Patricia Atkinson, Jayne MacDonald, Jean Jordan, Yvonne Pearson, Helen Rytka, Vera Millward, Josephine Whitaker, Barbara Leach, Marguerite Walls, Jacqueline Hill.
“Say her name”, we ask, minds are blank, his name echoes. Infamous. Blood soaked. “Say her name”, we ask, set her free. Let her be hers. His ghostly grip stays. “Say her name”, we ask, serial killers are stars. Women. Trapped torches.
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Today Isn’t Unlucky, and Neither Am I
Ink, irreversible, rewriting the world, then living inside of my letters. At dawn, I whisper sweetness to the universe, paths of gold stick to my shoes, my soul ascending, while my body is tethered to the ground. Repeating requests, watching them unravel, then wrap around me, until I am complete. I watch the universe fall…
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Ave
Blood drips from glossy lips, thunder strikes across dark skies, power swells in a form that can’t contain it, and I am free in my dreams. Ave libertas. I sleep in the minds of maniacs, born under a waning crescent, but waxing wildly as the moon is reborn. I became a monster, with beautiful eyes,…
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My Father Loved His Horses
My father was always tall, just centimeters from the sky, I would pull on his legs, laughing as he collapsed, on his hands and knees, suddenly a horse, smiling and shuffling across the carpet, as if he were in a stable. I would pull myself onto his back, a princess, in the sky, with the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 