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![Event Horizon ‣ My Achilles, you'll always be.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_ace9998e87414aba8e15767615f6bc00~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_ace9998e87414aba8e15767615f6bc00~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
2 min read
Event Horizon ‣ My Achilles, you'll always be.
Is this what you need to see The empty soul I’ve come to be A heart collapsed to singularity Just a black hole, ever widening Long...
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![XV ‣ Violent Happenstance.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_b29d8f9b44f34b73a097c7bb0876e02d~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_b29d8f9b44f34b73a097c7bb0876e02d~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
6 min read
XV ‣ Violent Happenstance.
I wanted you to be able to look back and reflect upon our intertwining, because you happen to me just as much as I happen to you.
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![Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_975538627053412cabd3ccc9feefd0ed~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_975538627053412cabd3ccc9feefd0ed~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
1 min read
Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.
Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends. Must be why it always begins again.
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![Envisage ‣ A broken glance that whispers - never, ever, ever.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_8fef6573337f44efb778883aaadaa598~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_8fef6573337f44efb778883aaadaa598~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
1 min read
Envisage ‣ A broken glance that whispers - never, ever, ever.
Imagine saying no until it excites you; 'til it bores you. Imagine saying no until you can't imagine wasting you breath on the syllable.
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![Heart Shaped Rain Clouds ‣ how far we go to forget.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_bb5893cb732c47b799fee0394cf11099~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/nsplsh_bb5893cb732c47b799fee0394cf11099~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
2 min read
Heart Shaped Rain Clouds ‣ how far we go to forget.
I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s...
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![Warning Label ‣ The itch you can't scratch out.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_dc4f38cec30842d2bad951f9bda84ca4~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_dc4f38cec30842d2bad951f9bda84ca4~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
1 min read
Warning Label ‣ The itch you can't scratch out.
Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.
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![VIII ‣ The girl who lived.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_31d4249b7126474aa56d98e80513dfae~mv2_d_4096_2725_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_31d4249b7126474aa56d98e80513dfae~mv2_d_4096_2725_s_4_2.webp)
Jenny Penland
5 min read
VIII ‣ The girl who lived.
This time, eight years ago, I laid beside you, contemplating life. Specifically, my life. And what was left of it. I was so young. Too...
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![VII ‣ Never Grow Up.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_ab83578c629740f68229755e9f8c92fe~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_ab83578c629740f68229755e9f8c92fe~mv2.webp)
Jenny Penland
3 min read
VII ‣ Never Grow Up.
I've read that seven is an age of exploration, self-critique and combative complaining. I'm here to report that in the case of one...
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![Growing Pains ‣ She's my litmus for all others.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_5ffe7a2d6647456f9f64c2ad1302279d~mv2_d_2414_1656_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_5ffe7a2d6647456f9f64c2ad1302279d~mv2_d_2414_1656_s_2.webp)
Jenny Penland
2 min read
Growing Pains ‣ She's my litmus for all others.
I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood
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![A Flame By Any Other Name ‣ The day she learned the difference.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_2fec1e3b2d684185937fb0a89925e738~mv2_d_1999_1216_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_2fec1e3b2d684185937fb0a89925e738~mv2_d_1999_1216_s_2.webp)
Jenny Penland
2 min read
A Flame By Any Other Name ‣ The day she learned the difference.
You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ -
And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.
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Jenny Penland
1 min read
Almost ≠Enough ‣ Paper Cuts.
There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out...
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![X ‣ Fail big.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7311a6_7298f72a3d234b58b44dd211394e0749~mv2_d_4096_2734_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_454,h_341,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/7311a6_7298f72a3d234b58b44dd211394e0749~mv2_d_4096_2734_s_4_2.webp)
Jenny Penland
7 min read
X ‣ Fail big.
Some nine months and ten years ago: forty-six chromosomes, two blue lines, and the unwavering perseverance of a girl too young to know...
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