Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.

Cell Level

Your home. . .

is in the curve of my hip

and between my thighs

and in the dip of my collarbone

and behind my 5th and 6th left ribs

and when you go (because they all go)

you will be imprinted in my cells

Posted in Poetry & Prose, Uncategorized

5 thoughts on “Cell Level”

tom on March 16, 2017 at 12:53 pm said:

And why exactly would anybody want to leave home?

Reply ↓
- Fat Bottom Girl on March 16, 2017 at 1:05 pm said:
  
  Because they all leave.
  
  Reply ↓
Snarkypants2016 on March 23, 2017 at 11:51 am said:

Your words are always exquisite, even when drawn from the darkness.

I can’t imagine you being any less so, in any sense. Somebody is going to find themselves in the very fortunate position of sharing real space with you

Reply ↓
- Fat Bottom Girl on March 23, 2017 at 12:25 pm said:
  
  Thank you! Although no one seems to find my quirks appealing. lol
  
  Reply ↓
  - Snarkypants2016 on March 24, 2017 at 6:47 pm said:
    
    I find them very appealing and, while I have nothing to offer romantically, I’d love to enjoy a friendship with you, if you ever care to DM or email

Leave a reply to Snarkypants2016 Cancel reply

Fiction, and other made-up stories

Sparklebumps: The Mother Version

Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.

POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

GREAT AWAKENINGS

One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After

It's not the length of life, but the depth.

This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.

The Phil Factor

Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down

Fighting the Myth

Shining the light of truth on delusion

The Haunted Librarian

Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.

You either get it... or you don't.

theonerealheir.wordpress.com/

Inky blackness, a yawning void ~

Dirty, Naked & Happy

The Dusky Blogger

The Roar Sessions

A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz

Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.

kirilson photography

the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa

Just my thoughts for all to behold

FOR DISCERNING READERS

Ann Oblivion Blog

🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃

Chai and Chameli

Spiced with stories, served from the heart

Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer

a little bit of this and a little bit of that

Even at Your Darkest

Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars

insert witticism

The home of Emma O'Brien

shatteredtalon's Blog

The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle

Miss Moneypenny Naked

knowingkimberly

I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.