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Confessions Of An Angsty Flyer
I am in the sky, the past is a passenger with me, as I listen to our phone call, from last Friday, where I lied, letting you think that I didn’t write, with tears in my eyes, about you. Blue eyes, that I knew, were blue, that I love, even when I am miles away,…
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Tea Tree
Tea tree tells me I’m nervous, sitting on my face, as I step back in the game. I was raised by feminist wolves, in the wilds of the world, and I feel I should be braver, bolder, brighter in the face of danger, but the tea tree, like a concerned stranger, seeing my frozen and…
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Fire Of My Loins
I am sitting in a whirlwind, of woeful, wistful voices, veering closer, as I sit with my smug smile, and my cheap notebooks, full of cheap cracks, about everyone I perceive to have punished me. I close my windows, just to make sure I’m alone, waking up when both the sun and moon are sleeping,…
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Good Morning, Starlight
Good morning, Starlight. I am awake, encased in your embrace. My beauty is stained with blood, resting on your chest, a tapestry of scratches, I am proud to have sewn. It has been six hours, since we saw our subject. I purr your name, an eager kitten, sleepily, softly padding after you, to the car,…
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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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Sincerely, Jennifer x 