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Never Again
I don’t think I’ll ever walk in the woods again. They were a big selling point for the house. Woods, practically next door. Sweeping seas of nature, as far as the eye could see. They’d be great for walking the dog, taking the kids on adventures, getting away from it all after work. Not anymore.…
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Changing Mediums
We are not yet divorced, but we sleep in separate beds. Drifting off to muted, melancholy dreams, where we meet, exchanging steely stares and placid pleasantries. Sullen ships in the night, our cheeks still aching with the memory of a smile, as I admire the etched anniversaries on your body, racing against the rain as…
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Wandering Minds
It was half past ten, and she was thinking about lunch already. Poppy’s stomach snarled as she shuffled through the hall and gazed, with disinterest at the paintings. Sprawling, sobbing saviours hung from crosses as Poppy trudged through with her class, feigning some kind of feeling at yet another portrait of Jesus Christ in his…
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So Close
Our oceans have become puddles, stomped through by your sensible shoes, leapt over, like a lovesick ballerina, who longs to land in God’s good graces, but has been bound to hell by her wicked, wayward heart. The room that watches us is small. The eyes are ever watching, without judgement, without guidance, so I am…
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Through The Keyhole
All that I have are glimpses. Ghostly shivers, poison as I pass by her door. Nevermore. The sky is silent, watching me pace and pay attention to each ember of the fire that threatens to burst free, tingling at the fingertips that breathe only for her, twitching, yearning, screaming, burning, drumming on the door that…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 