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Pieces
I am falling to pieces,but I don’t care,because I’m her kind of girl,and that’s enough for me.I took a knife to my narcissist,and now I have a new appreciation for freedom.This is just the kind of life I live now,convinced that I’m the kind of girl that can survive all that she ran from before.I…
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You’ll Never See Me Hit The Ground
Just as I saw myself falling from the sky,nodding to the noble apple with aching eyes,betrayed by the hands that she trusted,I realised that I only had to see the Earth hurtling towards me if I held my eyes open,and so,they shut.Apple, close to my chest,pain, passing me by in the racing wind,and my dreams,shooting…
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Gates Of Hell
In the arms of the late afternoon,I dreamt I was another.Birdsong broke through the window,dancing with the soft light of a summer Sunday,and I was horrified,venturing so close to the sun that her face looked like the gates of Hell.
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Her Finest Hour
Nothing gold can stay, and everything good must eventually expire in my arms. That’s just how it is. I really thought this would be different. I don’t know why. I suppose I just wanted to believe. It hurts so much because my heart is breaking, and all the blood I’d ever had within me is…
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An Eye For An Eye
My name is Michelle Hither, and I am the former member of Parliament for Horton West. I have agreed to come before this committee and provide testimony on the Consciousness Migration bill and the events that followed the original trials, but to be frank, I cannot. They will kill me. You knew that when you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 