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Train Crash
We flew into Tottenham Hale, and I wanted to crash. I wanted to crash. I wanted to see my mind, a beautiful mind, (or so I’m told), displayed against the door of the underground train, because I need you, and I want you, and I have poured my entire soul into you, but your cruel…
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13th November
Black and white, basked in moonlight, monochrome mistress, of my ungranted wishes, I am in the garden, guarding my heart from your head full of hopes and dreams. I have been seen, by the stars, staring at a telephone, that projects classic scenes, black and white, like me, trains and roaring lions, and a kiss,…
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Locals and Pink Fiats
Oh, yes, but of course, for locals and pink fiats, the decade was bare. Barely anything, is required, to relate, when art is so vague. Ten years drag along, swallowing the same slurry, and we will drink more. Maybe it tastes fine, because our taste buds are burned. Fire…
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If I Loved Him
If I loved him, I would be staring fear directly in the face, hoping that I could hold myself together, torn by the temptation to tear myself limb from limb, rebuilding myself into the girl I am, in his dreams. I hold my eyes open, so that I can’t sleep, hoping he’ll mimic me, because…
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Stay Together
It’s all good, you know, because I have learned to live with a bed of knives, that I fall onto, every night, when you conclude that my time in the clouds is done. I’ve started to say, every time you say nothing at all, that I’m just going through phases, and stages, on the road…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 