Jjenni Dagnelli
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the poetry beneath your skin
Stories (27/0)
Beneath the Bones
Beneath the bones “She is not me” the girl in the mirror screamed at herself. Her hair, wet with sweat, she began gasping for a breath she couldn’t find. Somehow she was not real but living in reality. Embroidered to the fine silk of fantasy, one that had begun to eat away at her soul with sharpened teeth leaving behind deep gouges of doubt.
By Jjenni Dagnelli 2 years ago in Poets
The Rise
~Sometimes there are no explanations for the things that cross our paths. They are there and therefore, there they are~ There was a sudden rustling of wind rushing past the back of my head. I turned, just slightly, to look , but whatever it was, was no longer there. My eyes scanned the horizon, searching, but found nothing.
By Jjenni Dagnelli 2 years ago in Fiction