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Plaything Of A Narcissist
She never met a mirror that she didn’t like,never got tired of her own tones.I understood,because I was crazy about her,caught up in how clever she is,just another doll on her shelf,spellbound and silent until she picks me up,I purr, pulled pure from my senses by the softness of her fingertips.She knows!Of course,she knows!She is…
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Making Arrangements
It had been three days and a handful of hours since that man became my problem again.I thought I’d cast him out and set myself free,but ghosts never quite let go. Another who wronged me, dead,yet I’m too snowed under with paperwork to seek revenge,worrying if resentment will give me worry lines,and if I have…
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Sleeping Late
Bells ring all over the citybutterflies bless the sky,and you,you wake me at six am,only to tempt me back to a tamer place,pink skies and soft spring breezes,a hopeful kiss,and the remedy of restful sleep.
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Forgiveness Is Never Free
I tried to cry when you wandered off.I stood before the mirror,staring with so much struggle at the earthy eyes you gave me,willing them to weep,but there was a drought,a deficit of devastation,no matter how much I scolded and shamed myself. I put on an Ella record,recalling the time that you told me that Billie…
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Twitter Is Not Real Life
The wolves wail again,hungry for your attention,but your eyes are mine.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 