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Gargoyles
Do not give your love to gargoyles. They gaze with awe and envy from their stony, storied homes but they will spend their nights tearing at your flesh, stone cold, staring into your eyes as they feast on your feelings, a mere appetiser for what they’ll do to your entrails. They never learned table manners,…
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Stornoway
I never made a promise that I couldn’t keep, but I could never hold on to the many that were made to me. Soaked in snake oil, and given to a girl with an open heart, they were just the right words, at the right time, from the wrong kind of optimist, one who thinks…
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Cannibal Holocaust
I am human, so they tell me, dragged from the river, forced into the ritual. I heard a cheerful whistle, far away in the trees, a soul who had escaped, perhaps? Nobody who knew this horror could craft such a beautiful tune, and let it escape from their lips, into all this. I want to…
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My Two Fathers Are Watching
He towered over the troubled child, virtuous, virgin of hope, a child, ripped from a child herself. Messy when she fingerpaints, messy when she scribbled words that would one day become whole worlds, messy when she tried to climb the kitchen cabinets for biscuits before dinner, his very own Macarena. He had such hope for…
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Lights
I sleep with lights on, brightness beneath my eyelids, free of my darkness.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 