Category: Short

pu$$y Power

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I have dead and stale insides

liver rotting from

too much drink

my blood is black clotting

circulation has ceased

 

my lungs collapsed from the smoke

breath rings out in

broken gasps laughing at the

sick joke

 

 

my glorious pussy

it keeps me going

the lines of fertility and sex

my sparkling symbol of femininity

my pink palace of

life or death

 

the punch line got lost in

falsehoods and pride

I want to press my sticky fingers

consensually inside

 

until they stop laughing and

realize

the girls are getting sick

realize

there is no one to blame

if they keep passing left

it will eventually come back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fader 

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Arteries and Vessels close

stopping the blood from running to my brain

crunching bones beneath my toes

sliding into frame

 

I stumble through the wood

hoping to go home

Branches cracking

Like sticks and stones
A moment of clarity

Shining through the thick

Hurtful and old

It’s short and sad and something I cannot face

Beautiful and bold

 

Crisp airy meringue

With red berries on a pastel plate

My heart icing over

Right back to being tight and cold

 
Together and alone

Clarity hiding

The moment is gone

Lost broken and disowned

 
To the blood racing

The crunching muddling my cold mind

Polar air in the warmth of night

left behind

 

We are 

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Wet single ply paper is sticking to the counter,

and we are counting empty soap dispensers.

But who is washing their filthy hands anyway.

 

Her apartment keys are on a department store key ring,

and  her expensive rings are on worthless fingers.

 

Painting the town with our rusty personalities and body glitter.

Yet we feel our best when we have been stripped down to nothing.

Stripping for anyone and everyone,

we are claiming empowerment.

 

 

We are messy girls in velvet dresses,

and well dressed girls in messy situations.

Buying shots we cannot afford.

Spiralling out of control in a city far from mom and dad.

 

We are starving and haven’t eaten in 17 hours.

We’ve been up all night smashing our delicate faces off the wall,

and grinding our weak yellow teeth until they crack and crumble.

We are swallowing parts of our teeth with little pills

and this help our stomach contents stay down.

 

We are going down on our friends,

and feeling utterly used.

We are painting the sheets with worthless fingers and broken toes.

 

We are practicing and painting , but getting no where.

Wearing out the brushes,

and brushing out knotted and dyed hair.

We are dying to get out of this fucking place.

 

 

feast

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her heart wasn’t steady

a ship in a storm

your constant tugging of doubt

porcelain in versace heels

shining and talking politely

medication and daddy issues

is this what could have been?

 

dress never wrinkled

reasonably educated

a muse for your artistic endeavours

manic

pixie

dream

girl

 

shes falling and

grasping on bodies and trying to get back up

tripping and slipping and

holding onto the warmth of blood to blood

 

spaced out

close to death

close to pain

raw throat

wishing she could go back to those times

slamming on the cement

in the bathroom you are trying to stop her

knuckles bruised

bleeding and blacking out and bleeding

not back there

she cannot go back there

you wont have it

 

matters are tough

and feelings  are sharp

shallow pangs

you feel nothing

she is rotting

flies on the meat

swirling and feasting

 

 

 

shards

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I sit in the ladies changeroom again and again

cursing the broken glass in my fingers

when I grab something the wrong way

pain shoots through my hand

but I can’t find the shard or the invisible pain

 

I want blood

not this tiny sharp intruder that hurts when I twist

I have this glass in my finger

hiding me deep in the changeroom

 

 

Manic picsy gal 

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Feasting on the wind
Only to preserve a pile

Picturing what it would be like

to be preserved

 

We are choking

Intangible

picture that

 

thick spit cascading from my chin

trying to swallow

they won’t take that

 

I hate myself,

and you hate yourself.

mutually

marbled and cool to the touch

 

Demand

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I burn a deep rich green

Peeling into 21

I wear black

I want to feel it all

I bloom pink and soft

Later flowers are the most driven and solid

Thick hearty petals and stacked plant flesh

Afraid to be sexual?

“I think I’ve faked more orgasms than I have had”

I burn a dark luxurious red

Let the flowers open

Ask Or demand

Burn the colours you need to be

Burrito Boy

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he smells like he’s homeless but he lives in Beaches

he’s eating a sushi burrito.

he’s all about pretend panic attacks and shiny excuses.

daddy’s money, daddy’s boy.

 

living on the 56 floor and doesn’t know how too cook

city living metro man

If you get what you are given,

Do you ever really get what you are given?

If you take what is there,

you take it for granted.