jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

agoraphobia.

agoraphobia.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


lying on the bedour legs entwine instinctivelyin geometric perfection;head upon your shoulderwhile your fingertips tracelazy syllablesof wordsonly we ..
re: stacks.

re: stacks.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


my chest feels swollenhaving soaked upthe sensation of your absencelike a parched spongeleft out to bleach in the sun
blindsided.

blindsided.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


the quick smile he gavesparked a flavour on her tonguelike sugar;her tastebuds so conquered,it wasn't long before he'd placedhis missing socks andfavo..
last words.

last words.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i feel myselfopeningto youas a flowerunmasks itselfto a long deniedsunlight
dirtywhirl.

dirtywhirl.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


lapping at your cupmy fingers graze your soulas much as i have of you alreadyonly serves to make me want more
piano blink.

piano blink.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


close my eyestwirlarms outspreadholding onto the air to catch metwirlspinningdervishjenniegirltwirltwirl til the world dissolvesand the horizon tiltst..
windmills.

windmills.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


tiny kernel girlliving within meplease continueto hold the sadness deepyou can bury it beneaththe monsters under the bednoone cares to look thereanywa..
weight of the world.

weight of the world.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


it's raining today...come cuddle meas we play at angstmonsters;filling our day with bowlfuls of caresses,and all the soft dreams spokenfrom within our..
i will not take these things for granted.

i will not take these things for granted.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


touch of fingers alongthe hollow dimples in thesmall of my backthe breathless pausebefore the first timeyou said my name
the ground that we stand on.

the ground that we stand on.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


sleepyfaced boylocked inside the lines of a manfit yourunyieldinganglesalong my aching curvesthere's comfort hereto be takenand a home waitingfor the ..


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