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Life On Venus
Is this a true story?You’ll have to stick around and find out,dear reader,because, I, your beloved and unreliable narrator have always regaled you with my tall tales,the truth melting in my mouth as I weave between your reality and my own. Once upon a time,twice as long ago as you’d expect,silver lights shined through closed…
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Straight and Narrow
Every now and then I find myself fantasising about the most unremarkable things.Daydreaming about washing dishes as you dry with a tattered teatowel,when my guilt comes in gallons and works its way down my throat,I think about washing dishes with you,with your favourite record playing from the living room,and your hands, wrinkled from the water…
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Shower
I found your fingers across my neck the next morning in the shower,such was your determination to follow me to the ends of the earth (or at least from the bedroom to the shower),exhausted but devoted,your cold morning kiss joined them,warming under the rushing water,clutching me close in the cascade as you whispered my name.
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Acrobat
There was a thrill in the air,your essence enveloped my tight throat as I walked the tightrope above certain damnation.I wondered why I kept wandering,when my legs were never certain of their direction,and my core beliefs were riddled with complications,but I delicately danced in the sky,to a faraway melody,never clearer, never louder,just always out of…
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I Know That I’m Not Supposed To Be Here
I want to talk to people,to leak onto their fingertips, through dried ink,to be carried around by absent minded hands for the rest of the day,stuck in the back of their mind, or the back of their throat, like a strong flavour or an even stronger memory that hurts so badly to think about. I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 