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Immaculate
Mud mutters beneath my fingernails, but it is just a raven, and I am still a human, so I must hold onto my mind. I started sketching flowers on my skin, swallowing strange pills that weren’t made for me, because I believe that I can believe a change, if I try hard enough. The gates…
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A Mother’s Prayer
I was dressed in a mother’s prayer, walking golden miles in stolen shoes. The night had noticed me, stuck around and watched with wide, wicked eyes, watching me as I walked, unbothered, beneath the moon, like I used to, before I broke down my walls. I keep my hopes in the aurora borealis, because my…
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It’s A Match
Dearest Diary, Christmas is over, and there was one gift on my list that I didn’t get. It’s been on my mind for weeks, consuming my every second, reminders screaming at me from the street of the one thing I lack. Valentine’s Day is coming, but I can’t even think of a candle lit date…
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Jam Sandwich
He grew like a weed,sprouting and towering above me,but in my eyes,he was still five years old,jam under his fingernails,reaching up with a smile and sticky hands. When he was three, he struggled to speak,but by thirteen, I couldn’t shut him up,always gabbing,babbling about the football as dinner falls from his excited mouth,a stern stare…
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I Am A Daughter To Many Mothers
I am a daughter to many mothers. At the highest point of my heart is the one who placed a name, so gently, on my tiny, tender chest, that rose and fell with the tiny, timeless breaths, as she stood by a cot, staring at the thing she had created, with the might of her…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 