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The Time Is Twelve Minutes To Seven
The time is twelve minutes to seven,war is rumbling under the Earth,and I am being pulled from Heaven,to settle down into some kind of hell. I stare from my sheets at a crashing, cosmic ocean,the waves are weary but wonderful,slowly springing to life as the sun follows suit,but I know it is only ever occasional,never…
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Shadow Banned
I left lavender letters on the pillowcase,my eyes glittering in the sunrise’s gaze.There were shadows spying in the door way,but I had resigned myself to life as a laboured spirit,so I had accepted it long ago.The shadows toddled down the hallway behind me,endlessly emulating the soft sway of my hips,but never quite getting it,reaching into…
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Party
I’m a party girl with no friends left,shots with spirits and shadows at a closed, condemned bar.I have far better things to do tonight,but I’m just not in the mood,exuding endless glamour that nobody notices,all alone in a silent echo chamber.
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Spoiled
They are tempted by my temper,because my exotic flair makes it feel like passion,something fashionable,like in a French magazine,since sweet sixteen,and further back,in the fables of my life that I have forgotten,I was rotten to the core,storming through each day with a smile and my rage. I dream of diamonds,around my neck and down the…
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Sheets and Seeds
I bleached my sheets,though they were clean,freshly placed upon the bed,then ripped away a moment later by my mania,an obsession that I have with weaponising my past against my fallen face,pulling the trigger,pushing the button,smashing the galled glass and bathing in the shards. Like a poppy,I push through the damned dirt,staring frosty mornings in the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 