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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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Tempting Horizon
Everybody’s got somewhere to be but they never really get there.They run, like it’s so important,but when they arrive,they are trapped by their expectations,and everything explodes all around them,until they can’t ignore that the tempting horizon was just an illusion.
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That’s What It’s All About, Isn’t It?
There are tears on the tube,fuelled by the fear of losing love.That’s what it’s all about,isn’t it?That rush we rip ourselves apart for,that never seems stable enough to stay too long,that’s what it’s all about.She looks in my eyes,my brooding, broken by booze eyes,and she looks, no, she stares, like she has come across something…
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Poppies For My Girl
Bury me with a glass coffin.No grass and dirt,so my girl can see my bee stung lips (all mine, swear to God) and eternal eyelashes for the rest of time.Let my truth be forever etched in stone.A wayward wife,an unfit mother,too Catholic to swallow,too gay to be a “real” Catholic,a bit too mixed race to…
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Forecast
The leaves are threatening to fall again, dreich days replace the summer haze that I barely noticed until it was all I needed, and then, suddenly, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the leaves leapt from the trees. This does not bode well.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 