The Breakup

By Lori Jenessa Nelson

When your whole world is falling apart around you, how do you feel? Introducing Robin Peppers. A woman as flexible as Barbie. She can be anyone she wants to be, except the perfect the kind of woman who can hold on to a man. Join her on this brief journey as Lori Jenessa Nelson takes a snapshot of Robin's life possibilities in The Breakup.

This is the birth of Robin Peppers. Someone had to die in order for her to live.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781329987258

Lori Jenessa Nelson

Lori Jenessa Nelson is a writer, dancer, musician, and artist who strives to give form to the complexities of the human spirit and its wants, desires, thoughts, sufferings, victories, and failures in the form of verse. She began writing prose and poetry at the age of 10 along with very active journaling. She participated in the Wordsmith writing competition when she was in middle school, and won a writing contest with one of her short stories when she hit high school, where she also played viola in the orchestra, danced and sang in the show choir, and furthered her piano skills by taking private lessons of gospel. In college, she realized that she had grown out of prose writing and only wrote prose under "great duress" until she discovered the hybrid of prose poetry which unleashed a whole new range of creativity. Writing in both formal verse and free verse, she further explored the form of prose poetry that inspired her manuscript, Dear Lover, which covers some of her personal anecdotes in letter formats in an effort to make her writing more relatable to persons of all ages and backgrounds. She has previously had her poem "This is what we should've feared" published by Belleville Park Pages, an international literature magazine, in the summer of 2014.Read her writing. http://www.lorijenessanelson.com

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The Breakup

Lori Jenessa Nelson

The Breakup

Oh, Boo Bear. You were drunk. You didn’t know what you were saying.

She inhaled sharply and glared at him. Her spine snapped straight as she gathered herself.

Whatever, nigga. I’m taking a shower.

She snatched her phone and the portable speaker from the purple satin of the bed. Leaving the room, she slammed the door loudly behind her, turned left, and stalked down the hallway towards the bathroom. She slammed the wooden door of the bathroom and locked it with a resounding click before reaching over and turning the shower knob on to the highest temperature that it could manage.

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