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The Vanity Of The Violet Divinity
I am lost in my reflection, painting away my pain, ebony across my eyelids and pink paint on my soft lips. This is just the vanity of the violet divinity, with my eyelashes thunderous and thick, throat full of codeine that tampers with my whisky dreams. Dreams where I am not defined by what I…
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Rose Bushes
My nail polish is chipped,but I am cheery,chasing the high of my garden defying the odds and blooming before my eyes. There is a child round my waist,chipper and cherub cheeked,asking for ice cream,with pleading brown eyes that I recognise as my own. Then there is you, Blue,prying the boy from my body,careful not to…
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Labour
The walls have a warmth to them, because you are standing and staring at them, spilling sunshine and asking my opinion on paint swatches. I am overwhelmed. There are so many walls. So many rooms. I have so little to give, just my dresses in a bent and struggling cardboard box, and as much of…
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Lover Girl
Let me live, my lover girl.Don’t let me get lost,don’t letmelose it all,don’t letmelose my mind. OOPS! it’s already gone,and I’ve given you my heart,with your initials carved in each curve and crevice.Oh my love,is it really such a disgrace,to fall in love,to stay in love,to find new madness in the estate of my affections…
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Don’t Bury That Gay. She’s Mine.
Your heartbeat is so heavy inside my head, and your breath is a beautiful, laboured melody, that I know I will eternally hear. I am afraid of what happens when I am alone again. I have been alone. I remember the way I watched the sun obsessively, seeing it rise, admiring it as it hung…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 