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Intolerable
Hell rains from the skies, terror tears through weeping doors. Intolerable.
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Bay Leaves
Bright moonlight reflects on my bay leaves, my dark eyes are shining, as I write wishes on nature’s body, my heart, full of hope, and the night, full of possibilities. A fun little fox is my right hand witch, pawing at the floor as I call to the sky. I’m a patient Princess, drinking honey…
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The Roses Will Rise Again
I thought I was the only one. A lone, white rose, covered in blood, broken and indecent, your hurried breath and lustful language circling me, like vultures, smaller circles every time, while I shrink down into the grass, covering my eyes, covering my ears, covering my whole body, because it must have been HER fault.…
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I Woke Up Early, and I Missed You
There is darkness and stillness outside. I didn’t kiss you Goodnight because I was overwhelmed with exhaustion, falling quite suddenly, into a deep and lonely sleep, at about half nine, and now it’s almost five AM, and I am in my garden, listening to the whispers of the wind, early birdsong and the talking of…
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Internalised Misogyny Is A Sickness/I Am, In Fact, Like The Other Girls
I am, in fact, like the other girls. Sick of being sent into battle against the other girls, sick of being taught to hate the other girls, sick of the deep sickness of internalised misogyny, that makes its way deep under your skin, painting hatred through the veins, until you are poisoned. Grasping at your…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 