Rachel Jacobs
Bio
Welcome to The Chameleon Heart.......
@phantasma.philosophy ~ Instagram for my poetry.
Stories (42/0)
Partnership
There is an unspoken misery of loneliness for me. I absolutely crave partnership. My friendships are a rich one’s fortune. I see it everywhere online and in books or movies too, how your own loneliness is addicting or possibly nothing can be more satisfying? It’s held to this high degree of evolved mental space.
By Rachel Jacobs5 years ago in Poets
What I Can't Give Up
Friday, June 18, 2106 6:24 PM I walked down the sidewalk with a half-smoked cigarette in my left hand. I could smell a smokey summer barbecue cooking nearby. How nice is that? To have family or friends come over and spend time together during summer... Oh, but does "summer" even exist anymore in this utopia-like Hell? The smell of cooked meat absorbed into my nostrils as I took a long drag out of my cigarette. I could hear laughs and loud voices. Truly, how nice is that? I fondly remember all the best things about being a human. FUCK. Something just hit me on the back of my head. I turned around and noticed a nice young lady in a yellow dress standing in front of me. Her red hair was wet from swimming and hung above her pale shoulders.
By Rachel Jacobs5 years ago in Horror
Asphalt
I’m running and my breath is staggered. I don’t know where I’m going, I couldn’t even tell you if I’m going north or south. My feet feel like cinderblocks as they clamp onto the floor. It’s finally morning time and I’ve broken free. The air is icy and moist as I sprint towards a big open field. The air slaps my cheeks and stings my nose and lips with every breath I take in. I can see it just beyond the tall pine tree’s, the road. It’s still so far away, but my heart seems to thaw out of the cold depressing cage it was just trapped in. Just a bit further, I think to myself. The only flaw in my plan was leaving at dawn. I spent the past three months, living in a tent, humiliated and imprisoned.
By Rachel Jacobs5 years ago in Criminal