Exorcise
Someone
come
and banish these ghosts
from that which is my mind
Sage burnt
does not chase them away
nor salt at the thresholds
Only one pair of arms
shall perform the exorcism
I seek
with incantations whispered into my soul
Fat Bottom Girl Said What
When my ass talks, people listen.
Archive for the month “October, 2015”
an arid wasteland
lead my parched heart to an oasis before it dies of thirst
i have sand coursing through my veins
i cough dust and choke on the inhumanity of man
as i wash down the deceit with dirt
my body an empty shell
filled with the salt of the Dead Sea
bring me water on your tongue
for my shriveled soul
#NoBraDay – No Way
3:30 am – sling tits over side of bed, step on tit getting out of bed, sling tits over shoulders
3:32 am – dip tits in toilet while sitting down for the morning pee
3:35 am – get on treadmill for morning jog, try to hold tits up, but trip over tits and bang face on treadmill resulting in 2 black eyes
4:00 am – shower, put on makeup to cover up 2 black eyes, and try to decide on outfit that camouflages tits minus bra
4:30 am – make breakfast, burn nipple on burner
4:40 am – sit down to scrambled eggs and cheese, burn other nipple in hot cheese
5:00 am – stop at convenience store for gas, get out of car, slam tit in door, remove tit from door, attempt to pump gas and get other tit caught in squeeze handle, finally get tit loose when tank is full
5:15 am – go back home and put fucking bra on, because what’s the fucking point of this day?
I wrote this, obviously, with my tongue in my cheek. Breast cancer is a serious thing, but I don’t for one second believe that walking around all day with my tits drooping is going to bring awareness to breast cancer, anymore than guys walking around with their bollocks hanging out would bring attention to testicular cancer.
Honestly, I feel #NoBraDay is merely another way to sexualize boobs, and cloud the issue.
Men get to grow their facial hair to bring awareness to men’s cancers, but women should run around with their nipples showing to remind everyone that boobs can kill?
Boobs are many things—they’re sexual, they’re functional, they’re beautiful. They come in many shapes and sizes. And they can be deadly, just like so many other areas on a woman.
Ladies, be kind to your body and yourself, and get regular check-ups and mammograms. Guys, remind your ladies to take care of themselves because you want them around not only for the long haul, but to run their fingers through your beard during #Movember.
Harsh Realities
I knew the minute you held my hand
your fingers didn’t intertwine with mine
you didn’t grab it like you never wanted to let it go
it felt awkward
uncomfortable
like it was difficult for our palms to be touching
foreign and out of place
your hand was an intruder
it didn’t belong
after all that time
months spent loving your from afar
I knew the minute you held my hand
you didn’t really love me
Crimson Cloak
You were the worst kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing
cleverly concealing your incisors
distracting with gallantry and double speak
drawing me ever closer to the
quilt of lies and chaos under which you laid
“Let me soothe you”
“I am not like all the others”
“Feel safe with me beautiful”
“I love you”
What big lies you have!
lies which swallowed me whole
sucking me into their vortex
spinning me ’round and ’round
threatening to drown me
and silence my inner knowing
Me, ingesting my doubt
instead of spewing it out so I wouldn’t aspirate on it
You, being the wolf you are
saw all the goodies in the basket I carried
and knew all the right words to
make me relinquish them
Whatever was your purpose?
except to stroke your big bad canis lupus ego
Eventually the woodsman will catch up with you
you looter and plunderer
and cast a downfall upon you
the likes of which
not even your pack will be able to rescue you from
I, walk away
to face another day
wrapping my crimson cloak tighter round
vowing
to never be hoodwinked by a wolf again
Threadbare
pick
pick pick pick
at it
pull
pull it apart
threads woven
unraveled
destructed
ripped
yanked
frayed
tattered
holes remain
which you hope can be
patched
Life Lesson #564
The things you said
Or all the things you didn’t say
In the end
Didn’t make a damn bit of difference
It was what you did
Or all the things you didn’t do
That did.
So when all was said
And
All was done
You weren’t the one
**Note to self: Actions speak louder than words. Always. If you’re important to him, he’ll find the time.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 