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They Were So Innocent
I am lost on familiar floors, asking questions of nature, when I know that she is forbidden to speak to me. These are the places that we built, to your specifications, and with the concrete of your barging, broad shoulders. Destined to be drowned by the dreary blue of your stormy eyes. I am making…
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Uneducated
I find it hard to read your mind, and the sway of your hips, and the curl of your lips, because my Father thought that education wasn’t for women, and so my eyes are humble and still so young. Your eyes taunt me. Hazel, hypnotising, my heart is helpless to the honey that drips, down…
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Apples
Sweet Scorpio, whispering and wandering, the shadow of your shoulders swallows me whole, and I am at the mercy of a pretty party girl. My dearest love. My dearest sickness. While the moon moves, divine and decided, we watch our wicked dreams, weaved by witchcraft. This is inevitable. I have walked this path, met and…
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Escalator
I was due another conference with my conscience, but I was swarmed, swimming in the summer’s bees and the last of my spring dreams, living in August, while April fought for my attention. My conscience, and the priest I paid to guard it had grown impatient, sighing as I locked myself away in my castle,…
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Changing Mediums
We are not yet divorced, but we sleep in separate beds. Drifting off to muted, melancholy dreams, where we meet, exchanging steely stares and placid pleasantries. Sullen ships in the night, our cheeks still aching with the memory of a smile, as I admire the etched anniversaries on your body, racing against the rain as…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 