Jessica Martinez

  • Jessica Martinez commented on the page, on the site Attentive Resistance 1 month ago

    Overheard in Buffalo, NY. Two drunk girls I shared an Uber to an Ariana Grande concert with.
    Person A: I meant that there’s people… that would not mind being with him. But like…
    Person B: I think I got to go to the bathroom.
    Person A: Like he is just such a p**sy. You got to go to the bathroom?
    Person B: Yeah.
    Person A: Sh*t or… what?…[Read more]

  • This story of Pedro the Penguin leaves you with questions about why Pedro does not feel like being Peter’s wingman today, and who Peter is. Parts of the story that are left unsaid leave the reader feeling not unsettled or annoyed, but interested. It also leaves the reader with just enough information to jump to their own conclusions about what is…[Read more]

  • Hopeless Romantic
    Kattrin swept her hair into a ponytail, and pulled the macarons from the oven. Success, she thought. Light, and perfect, and fluffy. Just how he loved them. She broke one in half slowly, and ate a piece, letting it melt on her tongue. Sighing, she looked out the window. Maybe one day, he would come back for another one.

  • Meine Katze

    She yawns and stretches her legs,
    so that she takes up more of your bed than you do.
    She slips a reassuring paw over your wrist, when she sees you shed a tear.
    She sneaks up behind you, and chews your hair like a bale of straw
    just to catch your attention.
    She is soft as a cloud,
    But mean as the gash in your knee after a…[Read more]

  • A daily routine is a daily routine.
    You wake up you brush your teeth you drink water, because that’s your routine.
    And a routine is a routine so you do your routine.
    Don’t forget to smile at the nice lady at 5’o clock.
    She’s nice.
    Don’t forget to hold the door open.
    Don’t forget to stop at the bookstore on Warren street,
    And also get a…[Read more]

  • I miss you. I whisper
    And the tears flow down
    Spilling on the ground.
    Next to your tombstone,
    Where the roses I placed lay
    Caressing the place where your
    Body rests under the earth.
    The wind whistles in my ear
    Reminding me that everything will be ok.

    *Edited version:

    Her tears flowed down
    spilling on the ground.
    Next to the…[Read more]

  • Jessica Martinez commented on the page, on the site Attentive Resistance 2 months ago

    I miss you. I whisper
    And the tears flow down
    Spilling on the ground.
    Next to your tombstone,
    Where the roses I placed lay
    Caressing the place where your
    Body rests under the earth.
    The wind whistles in my ear
    Reminding me that everything will be ok.

  • The rain poured down, moistening her cracked, dry lips
    Soaking the bouncy curls out of her hair,
    Leaving her bright makeup to run down her face in a cakey, dark mess.
    In the gloom of the dark night, she’d never felt better.
    Inhaling the cold, wet air, her head filled with warm thoughts
    Of freedom and relief, from her sheltered, imprisoned life.

  • A summer day’s sun is your smile
    Warm and bright like the rose in my cheeks
    When your eyes are a secret, that only I can hear
    When your arms are a blanket, I wrap into after a long day
    And your breath on my cheek, whispering like the wind
    Says what our voices are too afraid to say

    – Jessica Martinez

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