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.
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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
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.
False Gods
I gave you too much of my truth
I presented you my soul stripped bare
like a communion wafer
laid upon your tongue
so you could devour
the very essence of me
And you chewed me up
and spit me out
and picked your teeth
with my bones
What gave you the right
to preach your gospel
while I tossed
my coins of devotion
into your collection plate
only to have you
lay waste to me
as I knelt down before you
You are the worst kind of deity
a devil in disguise
and I refuse to worship you
My Name is Alice
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Sinking
Falling
Flailing
Down the rabbit hole I go
I’m late, I’m late
for a very important date
of which I have no plan to keep
because only darkness abides there
Drink me,
Eat me,
make me play croquet and drink tea
which I prefer iced
with a sane hatter
though they’re so few and far between
Will that particular caterpillar
ever become a butterfly?
Will what’s in that hookah
make all my troubles disappear?
Off with my head! Off with my head!
the only solution to stop all those crazy thoughts
from becoming things
You! There!
my King of Hearts,
smile at me like a Cheshire Cat
and wake me from my slumber
there’s no judgment in your world
where you feed me tasty morsels
to make me feel (abby) normal again
lest I drown in my own tears
tongue speak
your tongue shall speak volumes
I eagerly await your recitations
syllables, meter, the morphology of it all
has me spewing jargon and expletives
the pitch and intonation of varying resonance
as you
articulate
pronunciate
narrate
syntax
the fuck out of me
with your literacy
you sir, are a cunning linguist
your particular sort of speech
music to the very core of my being
there shall never be an oral moratorium between us
‘rithmetic
and sometimes I can sum my feelings up for you
quickly and neatly
in a tiny space
with few words
and other times long addition isn’t enough
and I need an abacus
because no matter how I try
there are never enough words that will factor in
what I feel for you
and the silly school girl in me
that doesn’t even like math
believes
you + me = all I’ll ever need
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