Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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Archive for the month “July, 2016”

The Grand Canyon

shove it all in

fries, cookies, noodles

open your gullet

pour it down

vodka, beer, whiskey

legs splayed

cocks, tongues, fingers

suck it up

drag on the cigarette

anything to fill the void

the bottomless pit

it’s neverending

scream into the crevasse

and screams echo back

and still

I persevere

I am the abyss




The Seas of You

The words won’t come today, nor did they yesterday, or the day before that. So I reblog, because I’m always in fear of drowning.

Fat Bottom Girl Said What

I try to draw a breath
but my lungs won’t expand
to allow it

A wet veil has been
placed about my head
and it threatens to cut off
the life force of air

Swimming in your seas
has left me with a fear of drowning

“Test the waters you fool,” says my chastising voice. “Never dive in head first. When are you going to learn your lesson?”

But all is lost in the abyss
my ears are covered with water
and blackness begins to swirl around me

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It all comes back to black

the color of rot and death

and a murder of crows

and of my insides

since I came across you

I want so much to shed the cloak of it

and experience other colors again

like red

the red of your blood

flowing from your nose

as my fist connects with it

gushing from your head

as the perfectly timed swing of my bat unites with your thick skull

dropping a trail from your bottom lip

as the back of my hand meets your lying mouth

but still

the red cannot compete with the black

so I wait for a source of light

to wash over me

and dilute it

and make it gray

Cleaning Day

i scrub and scrub and scrub

my skin wears thin

from the scraping of the brillo pad

it makes no difference

i am still dirty

i add cleanser

i am still not clean

i put the bleach bottle to my lips

and drink

because i realize the dirtiness

has penetrated my soul

oh how it burns on the way down

and i know that must mean it’s working

but it doesn’t clean me

and only leaves a hole the size of a quarter in my stomach

you stupid bitch

i say to myself in the mirror

you disgust me

the scars he left have dug their filthy tendrils

too deeply into me

they are ingrained

maybe he was right

no one else will ever love me


the air is heavy

like a piece of wet cheesecloth over my face

it hampers my breath


my heart is heavy

like a clogged swimming pool pump

it doesn’t want to move the blood through the chambers

and back out again


I tap my finger on my forehead

1…2…3 times

3 more times

somehow I think this might stop the tears

that spring from my eyes

but I’m wrong


some days nothing stops them

because the loneliness penetrates too deeply

and nothing seems right with the world





For We’ve Chosen Fear — The Seeker’s Dungeon

Love is a struggle, so we’ve chosen fear. It is easy. It drips off us like hot butter. We are covered in it. And though it burns and scars us, when it curdles in a puddle beneath our feet, like pigs, we lie on the ground and roll in it. We stink, but it gives […]

via For We’ve Chosen Fear — The Seeker’s Dungeon

Attention Whore


from drinking the poison

spoon fed to you





feed your attention whoring self

on the crumbs they throw you




you gorge yourself

choking on it

a cock you’re sucking

like a teat

to feed your narcissistic ways

all the while

turning your heart black

the osmosis

of social media rot

permeates your sense of self

while your mind shrivels

to the size of pea

neurons firing

the adoration of those who don’t even know you

pinging the pleasure centers

of your brain

spread your legs wide


let them all see

what a dirty little cunt you are

and just what you’ll do for




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