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Two Magpies
Two for joy, high up in the branches, as the sunlight settles around the cerulean sky. Magpies spy me, sitting below, hopeful and hungry for change. I hope that they are generous with their joy.
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Monday
You crossed my mind on Monday, too late to recall the remains of a burning flame that once kept me warm, so, I woke up cold, recalling the sweet shyness of your voice as you told me that you’d got glasses. I recall the last time we talked, like no time had passed at all,…
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Forests
Swallows in the forest, silently searching for a branch to call home, spying on me, as I swallow my apprehensive affirmations. I will tell the truth, tepid tears, shining, sweet in the moonlight. Birds brush up against my reality, and everything feels so final, but so new. The night is unforgiving, and I am understanding…
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Gargoyles
Do not give your love to gargoyles. They gaze with awe and envy from their stony, storied homes but they will spend their nights tearing at your flesh, stone cold, staring into your eyes as they feast on your feelings, a mere appetiser for what they’ll do to your entrails. They never learned table manners,…
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Stornoway
I never made a promise that I couldn’t keep, but I could never hold on to the many that were made to me. Soaked in snake oil, and given to a girl with an open heart, they were just the right words, at the right time, from the wrong kind of optimist, one who thinks…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 