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Host
I just wanted to host it at my house.I always do, because my house is big,and my oven feels even bigger.When I clean it, it’s like cave diving,so I was confident that I could cook a goose,turkey or a whole hen house of chickens,but everyone else had a Dickens of an idea and decided that…
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Breakfast In A Beautiful Place
Rain rockets from the sky,playing a pattern on the window,harmonising with the tick tock of the clock you insist we keep on the bedside table,despite the multitude of digital options dotted around the room. The dirge of yesterday is faint,unable to keep up with me and my adventures,watching from behind the wet window as I…
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After Swimming
Nothing was the same,but I didn’t know it yet.I had been swimming,and my hair was wet,ears ringing with drips,drips,drips, the screams of an eyewitness on the radio that my teacher was too shocked to switch off. My hair was wet,and my mind occupied with how I’d failed to swim a full length.I was scared.I didn’t understand…
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He Approaches
Thunder thuds against the darkened sky,oak floorboards echo as the house whispers wicked things into unwelcome ears.The night is eaten alive,slice by slice,scream by scream,but this is just the beginning.
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I’m Melting
Exile me in ice,Free, in the glacial embrace.Oh. Oh, what a world.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 