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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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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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So Close
Our oceans have become puddles, stomped through by your sensible shoes, leapt over, like a lovesick ballerina, who longs to land in God’s good graces, but has been bound to hell by her wicked, wayward heart. The room that watches us is small. The eyes are ever watching, without judgement, without guidance, so I am…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 