I am the goddess left alive, daughter of Cronus tortured by hardened hands because he could. Rhea saved her son. Couldn't bother with me. I had to wait for Zeus to grow up and save first our swallowed siblings. Those years were an eternity. An eternity of cheeks torn shiny red raw from calloused flesh arrows. An eternity of lying…
Sneaking through the woods at night, I hold my cape just so To hide the wild pets I’ve found, Brave beasts from down below but… Rolf the hellhound runs to chase A possum up its tree. Vera rolls her glowing eyes, Elucidates ennui. Mara rears on her goat legs, Yawping at the hound. Beelzebub…
They named me heretic and tied me up, but they did not burn me, for that would have been mercy. From the top of a trebuchet, they fixed my gaze upon my little town to watch as they stabbed my little girl through her stomach with a bloody blade, strangled my mother with…
Crickets play in my head trilling see see see see me me me me seem seem seem seem louder and louder they sound see see see see me me me me seem seem seem seem “Seem what? Seem what?” I shriek. A katydid answers in the pause — in love with me in love with…
Exit through the alley doors, too Scared to stay and suffer through Crowded clubs that welcomed your Appealing face and figure. Phantoms pace and leer with longing, Expecting Thursday's sale buffet. True, you came for the dance, Heated bodies, and pulsing beat, to join Everyone in cheering for another round, Offered to the DJ's whims. God,…
Praying as she preys and preying as she prays, she lays in wait for him to come too close. He, plump with sweet nectar, flashes glittering plumage before settling for a penny nap. Arms extend and she grasps fine fluff, pulls him in. He expected this. Nestled in pinching fingers, sharp pains send him chirping…
My home in ruins, torn bricks flattened in the crater crevice, yet no tears flow. I meander into the chasm, find a space-borne shard, lift it to my lips, and place it under my tongue. Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
A decapitated doll’s head Discarded fifty years on whims of a child Drifts down a river of sludge. Entropy of flight set in long ago — Oaks home to birds without wings Sliced off and songs silenced During the polystyrene invasion. New toys, faulty toys, metal boxes in transit: Timed to fail, this throw-away culture.…
My soul soars past mountain peaks, finding new latitudes to chart, yet symbiosis I refuse to seek. Polluted petals drift down drained creeks and crows caw to my lacking heart, but my soul soars past mountain peaks. Oak leaves fly wildly across my cheek, willing we shall never part, yet symbiosis I refuse to seek.…
TW: suicide Mama, Dada: every baby’s first words more than mumbles. Mommy, Daddy: the naïve child sounding sweet to say love and sway pity. Mom, D — no, not Dad. Never Dad. I never reached that stage, for you ran to the edge and crashed headfirst into the silent seats when everyone had emptied out…
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