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I Am A Disappointment To My Father, and He Is A Disappointment To Me
My father was a man of few words and a man of many drinks,losing the will to love somewhere around my mother’s second trimester,and maybe it’s my fault,for forsaking my sense for sentiment,writing off his rage as just a temporary temperament,saving the day with some new excuse,letting my soul be used,until there was nothing left.…
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Spoiled
They are tempted by my temper,because my exotic flair makes it feel like passion,something fashionable,like in a French magazine,since sweet sixteen,and further back,in the fables of my life that I have forgotten,I was rotten to the core,storming through each day with a smile and my rage. I dream of diamonds,around my neck and down the…
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My Son Was Afraid Of The Storm
There was a monster in the sky,according to the shivering boy underneath my bed.He had scrambled under,his little legs kicking against the carpet as if it had sent the shocking scenes to the stars above him,his whole body shaking as tears trickled down his pale, perfect face.I followed him down to the darkness,taking his hand…
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Red, White and Blue Houses
There’s a redhead in a one bed flat,with a baby that sobs the blues,his winter coat can’t stand up to the cold,and the sirens don’t let him sleep at night. “That’s just life” she tells him,rocking him for four futile hours,her eyes never leaving the broken lock on the front door,as the song of the…
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It Wants My Baby – Chapter Seven
I was a fool to think this would end any other way. I made it an hour before I was spotted. They descended. It felt like the whole world was under her spell, and there she was, striding out from the horde towards me, as they grabbed at me, pulling me to the ground. She…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 