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Flashback – Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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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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Flashback – Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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It Is August, and I Am Bored
I’m in love with my shadows,but their affections have never been sweet.Dying dark feminine,demon since the day I was predicted,but it hits different to watch my wings fall from my back,tumbling to the ground,clattering on the cold concrete without so much as a kiss goodbye. I am a prize to everyone but my girl.She likes…
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Father’s Day
Mr and Mrs Orchard had tried everything that they could to have a child. It was all that they’d ever wanted. Every wish they made and every hope they had was to have a family of their very own. They tried it the old fashioned way, to no avail. They tried every option offered by…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 