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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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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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I Am A Disappointment To My Father, and He Is A Disappointment To Me
My father was a man of few words and a man of many drinks,losing the will to love somewhere around my mother’s second trimester,and maybe it’s my fault,for forsaking my sense for sentiment,writing off his rage as just a temporary temperament,saving the day with some new excuse,letting my soul be used,until there was nothing left.…
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The Patron Saint of Painful Regrets
You are my home. Though you elude me, I am still thawed, awed by your warmth. Gazing, glimpsing at your form, never forgetting the way you towered over a trembling child, that was lost to the loneliness of life. You are miraculous snowfall, sent from God, to replace my mistakes, keeping me safe, inside a…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 