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The Creator Of Divine Revolution
I come crashing down, just for the feeling, sometimes, but I sleep, a little more stable, when you grace my dreams with your presence. They used to call me, the creator of divine revolution, I was born under certain stars, that revealed some shit to me, that felt feverishly urgent, and once upon a time,…
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Send Her To Me
Maybe death is in the air. I wouldn’t know, it’s not like it rides in on a horse, these days. I watched the news last night, waiting in silence, as walls close in, on every dream destination, that I thought I’d escape to. I called my grandparents last night, letting them know I cared, like…
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If I Loved Him
If I loved him, I would be staring fear directly in the face, hoping that I could hold myself together, torn by the temptation to tear myself limb from limb, rebuilding myself into the girl I am, in his dreams. I hold my eyes open, so that I can’t sleep, hoping he’ll mimic me, because…
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Lifestyles Of The Loved And Blameless
I’m mad about your mania, making plans that always revolve around your ruling passion, your crazed addiction, for the way I simply exist. I am forever hanging out in your hang ups, the prettiest of your preoccupations, possessing your every thought, your darling demon, corrupting your conscious, until it breathes, lives, pleads for me. I…
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Left Behind
Maybe the way your voice shakes isn’t an impediment, it’s relevant to remember, that you only get caught up, abandoned by your own breath, when you think too much, about the way you lost your last voice. You only get fucked up, when you think of how you lost her, the way she clung to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 