‘Jenni”

A Story by Jenni Bailey

When I say ‘’Jennifer,’’ I bleed out of my mouth.  So, if you ever see ‘’Jennifer’’ again, I’ll use my blood as the ink, and write out JENNIFER on the cold floor I’m sitting on. I would roll around in it after, like a pig in the mud…Oh, God, yes!  NOW, you can ask, ‘’where’d my Jennifer go?’’ Well, she’s written in the blood!