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i know
a soul
that has a poem
writing inside her.

among other things,
it has written me down, there,
on the backside of her third rib.

i, consumed
by a certain peculiar meanderlust,
curl up
along its
metamorphic edge:
riding those finishing strokes
that forever code your own typeface as such.
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To the boy who took the time to piece me back together
before I slipped out of your hands
thank you and I'm sorry
it was such a rough journey to take
With our paths running every which way
I would feel found one moment and be lost in another
For that - I'm sorry
I saw commitment grinding its teeth and licking its lips
in a corner with a grin as precise as an eclipse
and I ran as fast as I could
as far as I could
not to it, but from it
because upon first glance
it looked as tough as confinement
For that - I'm so-
The distance is unfair, you say
as vines come whipping down the wall we built together
attempting to create a bridge
but my heart is heavy treasure
I should have traveled with it anyway
taken the risk with a side of adventure
You were willing to give it your all
but deep down I knew I could never come close to standing as tall
You were the giver
The giving tree
and I - a leaf
falling ever so soundlessly
Neither of us saw this point drawing
closer and closer
inch by inch
but by the time we realized it was there
we were already bleeding
yellow and gold and every happy color that exists
Our bodies, becoming hollow shells in a deep abyss
The morning beams trickling in through the trees
was beautiful still
You were beautiful lying on the ground
with sunlit eyes showing another land free to explore
but fear got the best of me
For that – I’m sorry
I may have slipped from your hands but you’ve yet to slip from mine
It is true that time goes on but with you, time crept on
like your fingers going up and down my spine
You were the giver
The giving tree
As hollow as you may be now
your roots are still alive and growing
and I wish I could say more
than anything
but alas, it is time to close this door
For that – I’m sorry
 Feb 2016 Victoria Jennings
Sin
Could you hold my heart
With scars so deep
And kiss them
Away from my eye's
For in you I want to see
The angel
With clipped wings
He was there no matter what
He hugged me
And held my hand
He told me everything would be "ok"

....

We played in the snow together
We watched movies
He never left my side
Even when i was in trouble

....

I loved him
He loved me

....

Five years old
Starting school
No one to talk to besides him
He was there

....

Six years old
He was still there
Everyone called me weird
No one could see him but me

....

Seven years old
He wasnt there all the time anymore
I had some more friends
I didnt see him much

....

Eight years old
See him once or twice
I miss him
I want him to come back but he wont

....

Nine years old
Hes gone
I cant find him
I cry thinking he will come back
He doesn't

....

He was imaginary
He faded as i grew up
He was gone
And i was alone
It was true. I had an imaginary friend dont judge.
 Feb 2016 Victoria Jennings
Lexie
only the fools let go
*only the fools hold on
Unlike, anything I have ever known.
You have been.

Unlike, anything I have ever seen.
You have been.

Like something suddenly discovered.
I have discovered more about you than ever.
And it's all for the better.

Scientists couldn't figure you out.
Least what you totally about?
Cause you  a mystery force.
You blew the candle
and darkness starts to fill me
leaving me hopeless
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