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Satisfied
The grass will be fresh in the morning, shining in the shy sun, dressed in dew and drops of rain, but that sight is not for now, as the night still needs our attention. You pretend to sleep against my chest, holding tighter every now and again as rain hammers the windows, and your favourite…
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Stormy Morning
Swept up in spiteful cyclones as Summer sends her best regards, the morning brings malicious madness, and not a hint of mercy. Winter winds have been waiting for my weakness, watching me emerge from my cave like a confused cub, gleeful grins and giggles as I stumble towards the sun, reborn after my rest, but…
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The Cure
The iron lung isn’t forever. I am surrounded by the insistent beep of the monitors, the relentless rapping of the rain at the window, the endless hum of the lights up ahead, and the constant ache of all the things I could be, and the things I could do, if I were free. The dreams…
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Submissions Open – Restless Violets
Submissions Open
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You and me, we just lay down in the garden
Just let me sleep, on a bed of beautiful lavender, all gathered from a grateful garden, never asking, never taking, always with a smile. Long before I was born, on a Saturday, when the moon was up to mischief, violets sprang from soft soil, lavender, lilacs, each, hoping to visit with me, simply to say…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 