Jenna Matus (United Arab Emirates) published:
PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020
If you saw my spine
Bone-white, white as the underbelly of a fish
Gleaming with all my wishes
A ray of bent moonlight, sublime
Would you know me?
Would you know my crimes?
You don't know me from my lips
Not from tongues on teeth
Nor skin, bloodily ripped
Not from the taste of sea salt beneath
You don't know me from my hands
Their creases and spells
Scented with basil and mint and lavender strands
Not the thousands...
10 months ago
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12 months ago
Jenna Matus (United Arab Emirates) published:
PROMPT: My December Competition 2019
This December is different.
Usually, my Decembers are swimming pools and sticky icy poles and scorching in the summer sun. Christmas is an inverted, surreal dream; gone are Santa's reindeer, here he drives six white kangaroos across the desert. The Decembers of my life have always been plastic trees and bikinis, barbecues and drive in movies. The buzz of cicadas and the sounds of galahs in the morning. The Hallmark Christmas, of powder white snow and chalets in the Alps,...
about 1 year ago
Jenna Matus (United Arab Emirates) published:
PROMPT: My December Competition 2019
This December is different.
Usually, my Decembers are swimming pools and sticky icy poles and scorching in the summer sun. Christmas is an inverted, surreal dream; gone are Santa's reindeer, here he drives six white kangaroos across the desert. The Decembers of my life have always been plastic trees and bikinis, barbecues and drive in movies. The buzz of cicadas and the sounds of galahs in the morning. The Hallmark Christmas, of powder white snow and chalets in the Alps,...
about 1 year ago
Jenna Matus (United Arab Emirates) published:
PROMPT: My December Competition 2019
This December is different.
Usually, my Decembers are swimming pools and sticky icy poles and scorching in the summer sun. Christmas is an inverted, surreal dream; gone are Santa's reindeer, here he drives six white kangaroos across the desert. The Decembers of my life have always been plastic trees and bikinis, barbecues and drive in movies. The buzz of cicadas and the sounds of galahs in the morning. The Hallmark Christmas, of powder white snow and chalets in the Alps,...
about 1 year ago
Jenna Matus (United Arab Emirates) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019
The taste of rain and salt sat on her tongue. Wet grass tickled the nape of her neck as she lay, limp, on the moor. If she moved her head to look at her hands, which were adorned with Catherine Devon's rings, she would've seen the blood.
But she didn't.
She stayed there, a bone-white mannequin, all twisted and wrong. A crow landed, head titled in curiosity. She smiled bitterly at it. Her job had been done. The Devon legacy...
over 1 year ago
Jenna Matus (United Arab Emirates) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019
The taste of rain and salt sat on her tongue. Wet grass tickled the nape of her neck as she lay, limp, on the moor. If she moved her head to look at her hands, which were adorned with Catherine Devon's rings, she would've seen the blood.
But she didn't.
She stayed there, a bone-white mannequin, all twisted and wrong. A name fluttered from her lips, but was caught by a crow's caw. Then silence. Only the wind in the...
over 1 year ago