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Curtain Call

The Company would like to apologize

For awful acting, disgusting disguise

Sloppy scripts, and lost lines

For 21 boring years that brought sleep to your eyes.

Fear not, apathetic audience, for the show has come to a close

You’ll soon be rid of our pathetic prose

’tis an honor to be remembered, though the shallowest of shows

The Company would like to apologize, for all of which you now know.

Goodbye, and goodnight.

 

 

Jenna Elizabeth

2014

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You fucking corrupt me.
I can’t go a second without thinking of you. You probably think it’s fun.
Messaging me with no intention to love me the way I love you? Knowing I’m on the other end willing to do anything for you.
You fucking corrupt me.
I use to be so cold- like snow, but you put a burning sensation into my heart. You introduced me to warmth and heat and my walls of ice melted.
You fucking corrupt me.
And you still wanna “just be friends” because “who knows what the future holds” with us. Because you know I’ll cling to that. As if there’s and actual chance for us.
You fucking corrupt me.
I can’t fucking move on.

 

Jenna Elizabeth

2015

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The rise and fall of my chest mimics the memory of yours. I wonder what it’s like to not count every second I spend breathing.

The rise and fall of my chest is not keeping time with the rushing waltz of my heart, or the steady vibration of blood through every vein running through my arms and legs. I wonder what it’s like to exist in sync with yourself.

The rise and fall of my chest stops for much too long at a time and I forget that I’m supposed to be breathing. In that moment my mind has slowed and I am no longer counting. I wonder what it’s like to never worry about nearly passing out just to stop the racing in your mind, in your veins, in your lungs.

The rise and fall of my chest reminds me that I am alive, no matter how many times I feel like I must be a hollow corpse at this point. Oh god, I wonder what it’s like to feel alive.

 

Jenna Elizabeth

2017