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Picking Apples
We would pick apples in the summertime, and he would tell me that I was the girl that the world had been waiting for. As the red, ripe apples kissed goodbye to the branches that birthed them, he would kiss my forehead, the cool breeze rushing past my face and toying with my dark curls. …
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Things I Thought About While Ghosting My Therapist (Who I Later Unghosted)
I am not yet shattered, but my reflection is splintering, soon to scatter. I watch my face in the mirror, tracing the frantic pattern of freckles, certain that I am the only one to see the concurrent child. I am a window pane, with delusions of life as a mirror. There is a name written…
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Baby Teeth
Message Sent: 19:43 – 02/07/2024 Hi Mum. Today was a mess. We’ve been lost for hours. It was supposed to be a shortcut, but it has been the exact opposite. We’d been out hunting, at Dad’s request, but we found nothing. I didn’t even want to go, but Dad says that I’m growing up and…
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Dragons, Diamonds and Death
Rain has run, but the storms remain. The witching hour wades through the warring ocean towards me, with dark, dramatic eyes that I know I should fear, but I just gaze back, with glassy indifference. I cannot die, because I have just purchased diamonds, and they will arrive in two days, to rest on my…
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They Were So Innocent
I am lost on familiar floors, asking questions of nature, when I know that she is forbidden to speak to me. These are the places that we built, to your specifications, and with the concrete of your barging, broad shoulders. Destined to be drowned by the dreary blue of your stormy eyes. I am making…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 