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Immaculate
Mud mutters beneath my fingernails, but it is just a raven, and I am still a human, so I must hold onto my mind. I started sketching flowers on my skin, swallowing strange pills that weren’t made for me, because I believe that I can believe a change, if I try hard enough. The gates…
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Blue Jean Blues
I’d been dreaming of a white Christmas, but then I dreamed of those blue jeans, sculpted to your shape, slipping past the shame that lived beneath my skin, as your hand slipped past the hem of my dress. These are the visions I denied myself, drowning in guilt that was unearned, and rage that didn’t…
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It Is August, and I Am Bored
I’m in love with my shadows,but their affections have never been sweet.Dying dark feminine,demon since the day I was predicted,but it hits different to watch my wings fall from my back,tumbling to the ground,clattering on the cold concrete without so much as a kiss goodbye. I am a prize to everyone but my girl.She likes…
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There Was Nothing Wrong With Her
I was not a priest,but I paced outside her bedroom with Mother Mary in my hands and God’s word in my heart.She scratched and clawed at the walls,damning the door with her hurt, hateful screeching,and all I wanted to do was heal the girl.My hands burned, apprehensive and anxious,and she howled,pleading for relief as I…
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Can’t You See That She’s Trying?
I wrote a song about how much you are trying.At what? Well,I think we all know…We don’t say it out loud,because it’s awkward to admit that you’ve been drowning on dry land for over a decade,but darling,one listen to those lyrics and they’ll all know that you’re trying. You are a few steps into a…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 