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Jenny Heffron

Jenny Heffron

5
Writings
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Jenny Heffron

Jenny Heffron

5
Writings
7
Followers
1
Following
High

Jenny Heffron

1 min read

January

High.


February

high<3


March

High!


April

high.


May

HIGH:)


June

high?


July

HiGhHiGh


August

higghh!


September

highhhh.


October

bo*HIGH*oooo


November

high


December

Merryhighmas!...

Poetry

Humour

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Her

Jenny Heffron

1 min read

Sitting at the back of the parking lot

I watch headlights pass

No one knows I’m dying


I had a revelation

So clear I stopped breathing

My life will be cut short

It’s only a matter of time


It’s not cancer, you see

But cancer of the soul

I’m broken


What is happiness?

I don’t know her


I’ve been fighting half my life,

And I’m tired

So, so tired


How long can I hold on,

Before the sweet embrace of d...

Poetry

1
America

Jenny Heffron

1 min read

What is a star really,

But fire?


And what is fire really,

But light?


How inspiring it is to be able to say

That we must search for light on our darkest days


“When it rains look for rainbows

When it’s dark look for stars”


Injecting hope into our deepest suffering

With such an aesthetic phrase

Plastered on our timelines in a pleasing font


We must keep faith that the darkness will end

But does G...

Poetry

3
Dear diary,

Jenny Heffron

1 min read

I saw him today

That boy I once knew, turned man

He never liked coffee back then

But I hear him order

Some Instagram drink from the corner

Where I sit and watch


He hasn’t seen me yet

And I hope he doesn’t


That part of me is long gone

And I’d like to keep it that way

Locked away in a box


That he holds a key to


It bubbles deep in the pits of me

And I’m scared

That one look, one word

From the b...

Romance

Poetry

1
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She’s a teacup.

Jenny Heffron

2 min read

Many would say she’s a storm in a teacup


Violently thrashing through a mundane life of supposed contentment


Most days, it’s wake up, swing by Starbucks before heading to her 9-5


Maybe a couple of happy hour drinks with coworkers, go home to her cat, rinse and repeat


But sometimes….


She wakes up on a Tuesday and the world is brighter, like everything has been soaked in neon. The birds are sing...

Poetry

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