Jillian Spiridon

Joined February 2021

325 stories

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just another writer with too many cats

twitter: @jillianspiridon

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Drowning Girls
you never forget your first gasp of breath when you bob up and down in water blue, till you think you have a first glimpse of death
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
My Sunflower Girl
Grandpa's season was a sunshine meadow, and I scampered after him like a pup as if there was little time to borrow while we drank from summer's plentiful cup.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Fifteen
"she's not all that," they say behind me, soft, but I hear them loud and clear like sirens. what do I care, as I left them and scoffed,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Sonnet of a Goodbye Love
let me tell you a secret, soft and slow, that you might know my mind bright, real, and true: it was always you, just want you to know.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Green Eyes
I'll be honest with you once and for all. You were the love I left behind last June. But you left me a note in your fine scrawl
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Dear Sam
Hello, my old friend, where are you today? I left a message once, did you get it? I'm sitting at lake's edge as the trees sway;
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
A Pulse in the Dark
the hums of firefly wings buzzing by, a whisper of slight laughter ringing through, the cadence of your voice like a soft sigh—
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Summer Vacation with the Loner Crowd
we trip and fall down spider webs of doubt because we are still new to liquid fire of the how and why of the "ourselves" route—
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Snowflakes
winter kisses rained down in small tufts, brushing my nose and cheeks and eyes, till I was dizzy with the touch of cold, the meaning of loneliness burrowing deep.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The Summer We Said Goodbye
the dots of stars align at their finest till we sink into waves of inky blue and we don’t care the slightest because we feel so alive and new.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
A Memory of Falling Off a Bicycle
the spark of green was warning the first as the bike careened downward and met dirt, my knees crumpling and throat dry with thirst,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The Boy Who Wasn't Mine
there were whispers following me, all this noise I just couldn't shake, moments slipping for all to see, as if there was any more I could take.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets

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Drowning Girls

My Sunflower Girl

Fifteen

Sonnet of a Goodbye Love

Green Eyes

Dear Sam

A Pulse in the Dark

Summer Vacation with the Loner Crowd

Dreaming of Snowflakes

The Summer We Said Goodbye

A Memory of Falling Off a Bicycle

The Boy Who Wasn't Mine

Stories (325)