Jalyn Janvier
Stories (2/0)
Seagulls Give the Eulugy
Meet Long Island, NY Sitting in her sheer bathrobe on her third story balcony, she picks up the local newspaper. In the tall windows next to her, she can see the reflection of both her lithe body and the glistening ocean. While sipping her Italian coffee, she flips to the article about the most recent murdered girl, found in the marshes of that very area.… An opinion piece by a former detective turned investigative-reporter, who has covered this string of murders over the past decade. She scours with intent curiosity, focusing on this excerpt:
By Jalyn Janvier2 years ago in Psyche
The Baptism and the Bake Sale
She sought a nepenthes… something to mute the pain… banish the memories. An analgesia of monumental proportions. Her story was markedly different. It was sadly unique. No one could identify the hardships, the abuse, the trauma, the pain, by having a conversation with her (surface), by seeing her (beauty), by meeting her (personally). There were no tell tale signs of the wrenching PTSD that lurked/lingered/proliferated beneath her outer layer, like lava within a volcano, denied by the very ones who owed her assistance.
By Jalyn Janvier3 years ago in Psyche