Jen Juice

Glass breaks. Rocks splatter. The one burning matter.

My life. Like Water.

Fuck it down. fuck it up

Make her holler.

Show her what you have – to offer.

The destination is me.

Up to date.

And satisfied 10 times over.

Where does the time go? I shout at my watch.

And, I remembered I don’t own one.

If I had a jewel of existence to model you after.

You would be there when I need you.

Better when I want you.

And solid many times over.

Simple letters of the stained martyr.

I reveal. My voice..…my fingertips.

The shards.

I swallow.

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