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Lockdown Day 2679643578655
I ask myself so many questions, asking the opinion of the empty air around me, but there is no answer, just mocking echoes, making light of my darkness. I remember the sound of a voice that is sweet to my ears, a kiss that is sweet to my tongue, the familiar trail of his lips…
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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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Love Language
Affirmation arias, melody of stars, I am home, when I hear your voice. I wrote your name in honey, on my heart, asleep under the moon, waiting for words to wash over me, sweet and satisfying. I graffiti the dictionary, appropriating the English language, giving new meaning to the sounds that leave my mouth. I…
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Tired Arms
The night is late and lonely, tired arms craving a connection, the moon is making memories with the stars, but I am bound for bed, with nobody but the sheets and my bad dreams for company. I put on a record, bracing myself for the barrenness of the cold air around me, dancing in darkness,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 