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Balcony
Building dreams on my balcony, breaking and rebuilding myself, breathing smoke, in and out, as the sun sets, my drink follows her down, until my glass is empty and lonely. I lift her anyway, out of habit, letting her coolness balance on my lips, as my balcony dreams swim beneath me, in the cool waters…
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Pluviophile: Mental Health Poetry
Hola amigos, Some of my poetry has been featured in the brand new anthology from Dark Poets Club, Pluviophile: Mental Health Poetry. Copies can be purchased here, and the proceeds will be donated to various mental health charities, and will be used in awareness campaigns for mental health. Besos, J x Pluviophile: Mental Health Poetry
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I Am Swallowing My Pain
Scratching initials into my desk, so my idle, angry nails don’t find her eyes. My heart is helpless and possessed. There is an envy deep within me, distant, under the sun, my skin burns, as my ink buries her beautiful face, I spin, alone in the garden, side two, track seven, Rubber Soul, as my…
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Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Rebellious subjects, under the stars, that sing “Oh, how cruel is fate?” sweet harmony, that portrays my destiny. “Tier 2?” I gasp, grasping at my symptom free throat, googling traffickers that could smuggle me in to the plague pit that our capital city has become. On pain of death, or public shaming, I hope that…
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I Haven’t Thought About You For Thirty Seconds (She Lied)
On Wednesday, I am wrapped up in reminiscing, about falling asleep to the familiar glow of your name in my notifications last night, the night before too, how we met in my dreams, the softness of your kiss, outside of my front door, blankets and pillows that cannot be shared, because I give you my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 