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Running Across Broken Bridges
There she stands, clear path, created from necessity and staring up at me, her body, bright under the kind light of the moon. It is time to be true to myself, but I take one step, full of dread and then I hesitate, staring at the quiet confidence of the bridge before me, who stares…
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I Have Emptied Out All My Anxieties and Presented Them In A Long Ramble, For The Ease Of My Long Suffering Therapist
I miss being bankrupted by my local cinema for a small popcorn and a milkshake. I miss being alone in the dark, as monsters make chaos on the screen before my eyes, while I imagine an arm around my shoulder and a kiss upon my cheek. I miss being kissed. Kissed by him specifically. The…
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The Joys Of Motherhood
I hold my daughters in my hands, cold and full of trauma, like their mother, a messy scrawl that tries to be a signature on their faces, in case one day I am worth something, and they are too. I just hold them, eyes closed, trying not to feel the blood dripping from the worn…
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My Father Loved His Horses
My father was always tall, just centimeters from the sky, I would pull on his legs, laughing as he collapsed, on his hands and knees, suddenly a horse, smiling and shuffling across the carpet, as if he were in a stable. I would pull myself onto his back, a princess, in the sky, with the…
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Affirmed
I wrote to a therapist this morning. Detailing my drama, that I playfully play off as diva behaviour. I think, what I really want, is to be affirmed, for all the maddening sadness to be heard, confirmed and then confined, to weeping pages, airtight cages, where it can’t follow me. I used to want to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 