Jennifer Neal

#OctPoWriMo Day 11

A Letter to My Muse

#OctPoWriMo Day 9

my mind
is a record
on repeat

#OctPoWriMo Day 8

our voices lost in this void,
like phantoms, we avoid
all real feeling…

#OctPoWriMo Day 6

prices paid,
empty pockets
& callused hands

#OctPoWriMo Day 1

darkness
can shine too

Time Between Waves

There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.

An Update from the Sickbed + Poems

The end of summer is making sure I feel it.

On Maturing

my wrath
drains crimson
down the bath

Moon Monologue

Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.

They Say Some Behaviors Are Learned

I have learned to be glad
for the things I’ll
never understand