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Imagine How Tired We Are
Why did the poet cross the road?To escape the man who grabbed her hand,spitting out a spun line about how he knows her from somewhere,knows her friend,just wants to get to know her,just wants her number,won’t take “No” for an answer. Fucking feral,her sleeve in his fingertips,wild lights at the crossing as the stars watch,the…
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The Lightning Will Come
I could feel the thunder in my hair extensions.Nothing makes sense for me,you know,I was just always that kind of girl,the impossible kind who finds unthinkable and inconceivable experiences,and then,just lives them,so it was not a surprise when a sound shook my body,but began at inanimate strands of hair. I wasn’t supposed to be there,that…
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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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Hunters In The Dark
The sun has barely made it out of bed, but the streetlights are sleepy and fading away. I am finding my way in the darkness, flashlight on my phone, Mariah on my headphones, when video game villain strings kick in, and you appear. Unmasked, unrelenting. It’s never JUST directions, or the time that you seek,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 