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No Man Is An Island, But I Am No Man
She asked me why I insisted on existing as an island,why I felt so frosty when she held me,why I had to be born as the daughter of the lonely sea.I could see her frustration,see her point and her many objections to all the boundaries and barriers I had blessed between us. No man is…
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Sinking
Soaring, roaring waves wrack the weakened wood, the moon sheds her tears as the night trickles by slowly, the morning sun will mourn when she arrives at the ocean’s graveyard, crossing paths with the moon, like sad ships in the night, chasing phantoms to uncharted waters.
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Rainbows Have Nothing To Hide, but Poppies Do
My poppies are shy, this spring, under the dirt, determined to stay in bed as long as possible, like a troubled teen in that first summer after a heartbreak, they grip tight to the ground and growl, “Mother, I don’t like it out there.” I mean, who could blame them? I am thinking of joining…
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Made
I’d like to say I was made somewhere, but I don’t know that I’m complete. A naive version of myself thought this would be a settled point in my life, but she was deluded in the most darling way, footsteps receding as she raises her eyes to the stars, hopeful and hungry. I have washed…
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Sheets and Seeds
I bleached my sheets,though they were clean,freshly placed upon the bed,then ripped away a moment later by my mania,an obsession that I have with weaponising my past against my fallen face,pulling the trigger,pushing the button,smashing the galled glass and bathing in the shards. Like a poppy,I push through the damned dirt,staring frosty mornings in the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 