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Just A Few Things That I Ain’t
It is a different decade and dimension,and I am mindful of what may lie outside of my window,so I simply do not look. I remember running from my reflection,making wishes on every available star for her freedom,watching the world worry less, soften and mind their business,but by the time my race was over,another cycle had…
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The Betrayal Of The Baby Violets
Longing for the lilac valleys of last night,I awoke in a crater.Fighting the feminine urge to cry,denying myself the decency of dim lights,distant music and total isolation,I was aware of myself,but unsure of her all the same. The sky was full of thunder and magic.I watched it with wistful eyes,waiting for all the ways I…
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Calling You
I am misery’s mistress,but she will not commit,so I spend each night alone,scribbling my name into the pages of an endless atlas,asking myself with a choked expression,where I have been all this time. It feels like another lifetime since I pleaded with the world not to end,but I was not as persuasive as my previous…
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Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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Home Sweet Home
It was a strange little house, but I’d always loved it. My favourite part was the window in the attic. I’d sneak up there just before dawn broke every morning and watch the sunlight pouring into the dark space, cleansing every inch of it until it shone all around me. I’d lay down on the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 