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SPILLED INK

spill·ed·ink / stylistic expression of feelings.

Unfettered words of fragile thoughts - bridled only by ellipses, blank spaces, and Dickenson Dashes.

Event Horizon ‣ My Achilles, you'll always be.

Jenny Penland

2 min

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...

XV ‣ Violent Happenstance.

Jenny Penland

6 min

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.

Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.

Jenny Penland

1 min

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.

Envisage ‣ A broken glance that whispers - never, ever, ever.

Jenny Penland

1 min

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.

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