Jess

Joined March 2021

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9-5 corporate girlie by day, amateur writer and painter by night.

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The End
It’s over. I’ve lived a long thirty-two years, and it’s finally coming to an end. To be honest, I never expected to make it this far; in my youth, I suspected I would make it to twenty, maybe twenty-five. Definitely not past twenty-five.
By Jess4 years ago in Humans
Float
It feels as though I have been stuck out here for an eternity. Days bleed into nights as time dances before me, muddled by the empty murmurs of water in my ears. The echo of waves crashes onto my eardrum in a silencing of my internal clock. I have been out here for so long that I no longer know how long I have been out here.
By Jess4 years ago in Horror
Black Satin
I sit in my bed wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling. Today is going to be a big day. I breathe in through my nose, and the warm summer air fills my lungs. Summer has always been my favourite season. I push myself up and slide out of my bed to begin my morning preparations. Today is going to be a big day.
By Jess5 years ago in Humans
Coffee
A drop of café-au-lait rests unnoticed on your bottom lip, as you synchronize your mouth to the inhales and exhales within your chest. You speak in beautiful tongues, and your eyes flash with a fiery gaze as your passions seep through your words. Your breath is sweet of honey and wonder and magic and café-au-lait. I long for the taste of you, all of you, in all your versions of yourself.
By Jess5 years ago in Poets
Slip
Together we wander through the forest of your mind. It is yet another night, and the stars of your thoughts are bright and wondrous. We walk peacefully on the icy trails that wind through this winter scene. They are slick and cool. Yet I am sturdy on your grounds, kept solid by the pulsating emotions that seep from your heart into my own. In your mind I am strong and vibrant. In your heart I am the endless hopefulness of things yet to come. In your arms I am comforted and serene. The tranquility of your words in these blackened night skies sweeps me off my feet, and I am yours.
By Jess5 years ago in Poets
Sleep
I wake suddenly, eyes peering open. Staring at the ceiling. Staring. An ability I wish I’d never developed: I’ve been haunted from the moment I stared into your eyes of emerald. The moment I stared, the moment I knew you were my destiny. The moment I stared, the moment I knew you were the one. The moment I stared, the moment I knew I would die when I lost you.
By Jess5 years ago in Poets