Sincerely, Jennifer x

June 21, 2017

Looking For Squirrels

I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling as the noise of the house began to simmer down. My mother was sleeping and my little brother at a friend’s for the night. There was only the light purr of the cat across the room and my father’s padding feet travelling up the stairs left…

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June 20, 2017

Neglected

“What have you gotten into this time?” He smirked at the voice as he opened his eyes and delicate fingers ran through his hair. “Or what have you gotten me into, princess.” He sank back into the pillows, thankful for the mercy of a comfortable bed, and noticed the restraints on his wrists. “You have…

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June 11, 2017

Monster Truck

Sixty seven year old strange man, in my room. knelt by my womb, trying to crawl inside, as if I am a monster truck, and there are tools to destroy the city, to save some cells, and keep me in one, if I resist. My sister has come, from England, screams, for the future, of…

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June 5, 2017

If I Could

The magic was in my head, like the heaven of your heart, that I thought belonged to me. My woollen waiting, unrewarded, at another station, in another stand off, between my head, my heart, and my hurt. Will I ever know, why you, unfashionable, irresistible love, were unfashionably late, and out of my reach, and…

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May 31, 2017

Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone.

The sky is falling, afraid of heights, her throat is scorched from screams, by the time her brains paint the pavement. Mother May wants to talk about Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone. The floor has cracked, and ripped rib from rib, lungs lick the street, abandoned by air. Mother May wants to talk about Jeremy…

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Looking For Squirrels

Neglected

Monster Truck

If I Could

Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone.