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The Girl With The Hopelessly Romantic Heart
Inside my corpse, is a gallery. Haunted, harrowing harm, that I inflicted on myself, a collection of corpses, within my corpse, that is kept warm, by my eternally beating, broken heart. I don’t know that I ever existed, sometimes I looked at myself as a museum of my muses, how they slipped through my fingers,…
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Stay Awake
Wait and see, my love. Let life be sweet, surprising. Rise. Just one more time.
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Naughty Tory
He said he was a bad husband, but not a bad man, not a criminal. He says the case has been dropped. He is a disgusting, slobbery mess. He says it’s a misunderstanding. He is chanting like a school yard maniac. He says he’s a good man. He had his face on her face. He…
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Ashes
Your ashes take flight, flirting with every flower you find, in a garden that is mine, mine alone. It could have been yours, if you didn’t descend, desecrated plastic, permanently banished. Photographs, promises, leap into the air, as ashes, and I give birth to a girl, Bambi legs, brown eyes, that find the future, in…
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Querida:Origins – Episode One
I first met Querida when she was seven years old. She was a bright girl, with deep brown eyes and a passion for writing. I was used to meeting the deeply disturbed. Emasculated men who had murdered mothers and wives over impotence, scorned women who had declared war on all men in their path, children…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 