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Concerned Whispers and Online Rumours
I think you knew it couldn’t last. Eventually, I’d self immolate. Immortal, in your favourite dress, your favourite girl, self destructing, for everyone to see, gently taking the whole world with me, dancing myself to death, to a song I wrote, from concerned whispers, and online rumours. I was born dead, appearing, and then disappearing…
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Call For Submissions!
Hola amigos, I’m currently working on a really exciting project, and I am looking to feature LGBT+ poets. I am looking for LGBT+ poets who would be interested in sharing readings of their own work, or readings of their favourite poems, as well as LGBT+ poets who would be interested in being interviewed. Submissions are…
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Closed
I have closed my eyes, now I want to close my heart. Love always escapes.
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The Things I See In The Dark
Watching you walk away, I am stuck in place, until you return. I make plans, of how I’ll tell you, that it’s over, knowing they are just fantasies, preemptive proposals, that came together too late, because you have already gone, and I am talking to myself, talking myself down, from going back to a version…
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So Many
I told myself, again and again, that you weren’t like him. I looked at your face so long, with such suspicion, until it became his, but I told myself, again and again, that I was crazy. I told myself, I was sabotaging. I told myself, I was paranoid. I told myself, I was childish. I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 