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Flashback – The One I Love Belongs To Somebody Else
Millie was a vegan, until she wasn’t. Last night, I came home and found her at the kitchen table, surrounded by meat, uncooked, raw, filling plates and bowls. Blood poured from her lips as she shoved handful after handful into her mouth, not seeming to notice I was there. Nothing seemed to matter but her…
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What Will The Neighbours Say?
The sky is scandalised, setting eyes on God’s golden daughters, arm in arm, lips, achingly close, the devil dancing between their starving stares.
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Raining
Carving your name into crimson bricks,breaking from your kiss under the shelter of the shaking bus shelter,watching it rattle under the rain,as my keys crumble against the tattooed wall,I await your lips, once again.
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Breakfast In A Beautiful Place
Rain rockets from the sky,playing a pattern on the window,harmonising with the tick tock of the clock you insist we keep on the bedside table,despite the multitude of digital options dotted around the room. The dirge of yesterday is faint,unable to keep up with me and my adventures,watching from behind the wet window as I…
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Responsibility
The sensible one,with the world around her shoulders.The smog of a sobbing earth stains your scarf,but you smile,as if your life depends on it,and you kiss me,like it will be the last time,and I die,like it was the first time I had ever lived,retiring onto the skyscrapers that sit around your shoulders with a sigh.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 