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Janine Jacobs Poem
Die reptiel vrou
Het my alweer geflous
Met my gedeel, haarself ontbloot,
en toe
Die bitter gif gespoeg
Dit vloei uit my bors uit, deur my are
Verander my bloed - haar bloed
Word swart, taai, en koud
Soos haar hart
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The reptile woman
Has fooled me again
Shared with me, exposed herself
and then
Spat out the bitter venom
It flows out of my chest, through my veins
Changes my blood - her blood
Becomes black, sticky, and cold
Like her heart
Copyright © Janine Jacobs | Year Posted 2018
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Janine Jacobs Poem
In the special place,
There is chaos,
There is love,
There is beauty,
There is pain
It is a place where it is hard to breathe
When I try to catch my breath
It is a place where I get chained to the ground
When I try to run away
It is a place where I see true beauty
When I am brave enough to visit
It is the place
Where your memory lives
As I live, everyday
Copyright © Janine Jacobs | Year Posted 2018
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Janine Jacobs Poem
The yellow flower
Taken from the sunny field
Lies on your casket
Copyright © Janine Jacobs | Year Posted 2018
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Janine Jacobs Poem
Grieving you comes in layers
That peel away over time
Some layers are thin scratches
They heal quickly as I remember you with a soft smile and blurry eyes
Others are deeper cuts
They take a while to scab as I cry secretly into my pillow at night
The worst are the stab wounds that puncture my chest
The show my raw insides while I crouch down in the bathroom – face-twisting throat-closing screaming-into-my-hands
These layers will keep peeling away over time
Until the grief, the love, and I, are no more
Copyright © Janine Jacobs | Year Posted 2019
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Janine Jacobs Poem
Slip away
Fall out of sleep
Dream into wakefulness
Try to avoid
That pain is real
Emotions don’t leave
But they’re never really there
It slumbers
It’s in the back of your head like cancer
Slip away
'cause all I can do is slip away
To a place where I can’t feel
I feel so much worse today
I wonder if good things are real
And nothing really matters
I’m not even here
It doesn’t really matter how it seems
I’m a smiling image
Of what I’ve never been
Slip away
Copyright © Janine Jacobs | Year Posted 2018
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