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Rainbows Have Nothing To Hide, but Poppies Do
My poppies are shy, this spring, under the dirt, determined to stay in bed as long as possible, like a troubled teen in that first summer after a heartbreak, they grip tight to the ground and growl, “Mother, I don’t like it out there.” I mean, who could blame them? I am thinking of joining…
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Sheets and Seeds
I bleached my sheets,though they were clean,freshly placed upon the bed,then ripped away a moment later by my mania,an obsession that I have with weaponising my past against my fallen face,pulling the trigger,pushing the button,smashing the galled glass and bathing in the shards. Like a poppy,I push through the damned dirt,staring frosty mornings in the…
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Mayflowers
I am made of mayflowers,sweet symbol of the spring.I wait all winter, to watch myself grow,singing my overture in the shade,as the sunlight fades away. My mother walked with great pain,a crown on thorns in her womb and a pebble in her shoe,but she carried her flowering child,until she found the forest and spilled me…
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Winter Roses
Life just gets so lonely, don’t you think? When all you are is a self aware worker bee. Taking each one of your gifts, letting them fall off a cliff, into a blender, tornado made of torment, because the world goes round and round, and you just never notice. I suppose the night will fall,…
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Dandelion
How do you survive, dear dandelion? Abandoned, trapped in the grim and gray pavement, making your own way, towards the sun, resilient, unapologetic and present, cursed to be alone, unwanted, but always alive. Alone in the city, seeing all the world has to offer, but never tempted to stray, from the light of the sky.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 