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The Game
Fifteen. Nervous, naive, knee length skirt. At a desk, next to a boy I’d spoken to, maybe once or twice. Then he is joined, by a friend I’ve never met, and they engage, in a game, he normally saves, for just before bed. I try to look away, but he tells me to look. They…
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Kneeling In The Garden
Deep under dirt, I grow, audacious, ferocious, fed by rain, you sought to deny me, formally segregated sprinkles. I will grow, and glow, under my moonlight, and bloom, in the morning, to kneel, with all the other flowers, you denied the right to exist, in your garden. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The…
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The Kidnapped Prince Of Iceland
Awoken from Iceland, I sigh. Fly high, for breakfast, before staring, aimlessly, at shameless tourists. Beat up the windows, Ask me to dance. I will not dance. I’m so far away, and they push pills in me, and starve me out, to bring me closer. I lay still, where nobody can see, surrounded by tortured…
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Love Lessons
His brow furrowed, as his eyes, that had seen and collected, the wonders of the world, fell to the floor. He asked me, why I wanted him. I took the hands, that had spent more nights, alive and exploring, than I had had days on the earth. I told him, that I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 