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Bitten
My Miss loves my wrists in Marc Jacobs and roses, stems snaking around the flesh and bones like ropes,charmed by the perfume and scarring the skin,this is how she likes me, when she awakes, aware and ferociously hungry. She stares with windy eyes, the blueish grey of a stormy sky,and I am silent, save my breath,…
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What Love Is
I like the word “love” because it tastes of lilac in my mouth, like Parma Violets and peaceful desert at the table with no disagreements and the tv just quietly chatting to itself in the background. It tastes a little like light rain outside of my window, when I am sat, surrounded by my blankets…
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Stolen, Not Sick
I was stolen, in an instant, cool metal colliding with my crowded thoughts and then they just… stopped. It was so loud, and I had learned to love the sound. It was like a street party. I was the Queen of my own chaotic playground. Walking down somewhere safe, somewhere that makes sense and letting…
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Little Wooden Boat
Stormy skies surrounded the seething sea as it rushed around us,waspish waves that grow tall and then crash as the wind whistles and nature bristles with indignation.The boat is a beautiful one,blood red paint against the children of the trees in the forest where we had our first kiss. We bore this vessel,and then we…
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A Little Something For The Straight Man Who Haunts The Only Gay Bar In Town, Looking For Me
I am behind bars at the bar,parading myself like a prize at the fair,but my intended audience is never there,just this one guy, with grey hair and grey skin who always wants to buy me drinks,fumbles his fingers across my pendant and mumbles pedantic, pretentious nonsense about how his soul is pink,printed with my name,and…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 