Enduring the prick Pangs of bloody of accusation Point to life, death and ribbed cages Birthing hips For her pleasure I can't believe it's not better Than cook, clean, rinse, dry, curl, repeat Vile bile and the ironed John sheets Leaving the cleavage of hook, Line and sink her Go Fish Designer Vagina Blues Bedazzling…Read more Undone
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On Lookers
The pretty ones Spreading wings for paparazzi Bedazzled bed parts Vying for cheap significance which is safer than risking failure at being loved for who we are The emptiness stuffed with Sephora Bingeing Too Faced Innersense Tarte Drunk Elephants need First Aid Beauty because Earth's Nectar is drowning in Urban Decay Free People! and yet…Read more On Lookers
How I Didn’t End Up on Food Stamps
A twenty something vegan blogger posted a video called Food Stamps to Six Figures in One Year. If YouTube had been a thing when I was 15 I would've grabbed a notebook and watched it with high hopes. As a grown woman who found her way out organically I pressed play with objective curiosity and…Read more How I Didn’t End Up on Food Stamps
Achoo
He was shades of both and I was stuffed between. To stop my head from pounding I blew my nose which literally cleared head; miraculous, almost embarrassing relief. In spite of being circumstantially stuck, my head was free. I intended to use it. Youth group imposter-christ was there, together with a griping chrone, stuffing her…Read more Achoo
Me Too
Can't stop researching this week. Since I have to work at a tolerably distressing day job (for which I'm humbly grateful) there never seems to be enough time to finish complete, well rounded thoughts, let alone write whole posts. But this one's persistent. I'm obeying the voices, sitting in my car in front of the…Read more Me Too
Lot’s
Bargaining for apples In contaminated bins The sitting money bought us time together Cut in thirds across an empty carpet Out of Love She said goodbye To blame or scorn or sin A borrowed bread broken by shame For needs that were both unseen yet hidden Frigid heir And invisible descendants baring a name known…Read more Lot’s
End-titled
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale There are over 7 billion people in the world. I often wonder how many…Read more End-titled
