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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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