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SPILLED INK
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spill·ed·ink / stylistic expression of feelings.
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Unfettered words of fragile thoughts - bridled only by ellipses, blank spaces, and Dickenson Dashes.
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Jenny Penland
2 min read
Event Horizon ‣ My Achilles, you'll always be.
Is this what you need to see The empty soul I’ve come to be A heart collapsed to singularity Just a black hole, ever widening Long...


Jenny Penland
6 min read
XV ‣ Violent Happenstance.
I wanted you to be able to look back and reflect upon our intertwining, because you happen to me just as much as I happen to you.


Jenny Penland
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Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.
Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends. Must be why it always begins again.


Jenny Penland
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Envisage ‣ A broken glance that whispers - never, ever, ever.
Imagine saying no until it excites you; 'til it bores you. Imagine saying no until you can't imagine wasting you breath on the syllable.


Jenny Penland
2 min read
Heart Shaped Rain Clouds ‣ how far we go to forget.
I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s...


Jenny Penland
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Warning Label ‣ The itch you can't scratch out.
Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.


Jenny Penland
5 min read
VIII ‣ The girl who lived.
This time, eight years ago, I laid beside you, contemplating life. Specifically, my life. And what was left of it. I was so young. Too...


Jenny Penland
3 min read
VII ‣ Never Grow Up.
I've read that seven is an age of exploration, self-critique and combative complaining. I'm here to report that in the case of one...


Jenny Penland
2 min read
Growing Pains ‣ She's my litmus for all others.
I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood


Jenny Penland
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A Flame By Any Other Name ‣ The day she learned the difference.
You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ -
And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.
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