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Down With The Ship
The sea was always my soulmate, but to her, I could never be faithful, for just like every messy, misinformed mermaid, the pleasures and luxuries of the land were always too much of a temptation, and so I watched her weep, as she watched me leave, swearing that this was the last time, and that…
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A Lil Haiku For The Person Who Emailed Me To Tell Me That I Should Be Deported For Disrespecting The Monarchy
Prince Charles is a bitch. A big earred bitch, to be clear. I said what I said.
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Mood Ring
Rosy butterflies fly, excited in the air, circling me, with sweet intentions. The day belongs to me and I breathe like I am grateful to be alive, deep and slow, angels are sleeping in my soul, and I call them to awaken, because there is so much to see. I put on my perfume, stalked…
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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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Sincerely, Jennifer x 