Family portrait.

Ugly girls are painted 

in grey shades,

no matter how much red they dress in,

how much skin

they bargain for.



Rashly, screaming 


The boy you like 

kisses your best friend 

as you cut the cake. 

Blow out your candles,

make your wish. 


Wedding day.

A dream in white,

all eyes on you,

for that precious, precious 


Spared loneliness, 

proven your point, 

you have the rest of your life

to make up for it. 



Eva Jasper lives and writes in the north of England, where old and wonderfully strange things live.