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Before.
Jennifer Rose Edwards
Stepping into my childhood bedroom
I wondered if my sobs still lived here.
In the yellowed curtain, carpet beetle
Carcasses, and blue tacked walls.
I carved out my life, shed my
Youthful flesh, charred my aching
Bones, spent my days Here–festering in
monotonous adolescence.
Jennifer is a writer from the South of England. She has an affinity for all things mystical, magical, and mythical–all of which infuse her writing with a sense of wonder and enchantment. Her work has appeared in Swim Press, Spellbinder and more.
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