This desert is muddy today,
rats scamper under fury.
Little girls chew
off November toes. They kneel in provocation, stretched t-shirt
over back yard fences.
Dogs bark like bitches, I count them – they live free
with dirty kneecaps, laughing at me. It is fair, I know.
It’s the clock,
just; disgusting me.
The rats scurry down wet streets
where my sister plays with
spores. I stalk her like cat play
while she plucks
lice from her
Her nudity is a familiar tub
where streetlights meet
Once, she was me. We shared
charcoal milkshakes and
flirted with shapes of sour
angels. Now, great love,
is dust of dead skin.
She is piles of vomit under
In twenty years, I will be solid.
Midnight will dream of my desert
and sick rats walking in
late, chasing yellow
mold across tarred gutters
where her soul growls empty,
nothing to spare.
wow Maggie….I could feel this one scurryin up my arms. well done!!
Thanks Don. I’ve been trying to write that one for about 3 day’s but anxiety is CRAWLING THROUGH MY BODY!!!
I know all about anxiety too Maggie. that’s no picnic. hope it gets toned down very soon.
Raw, Maggie, bring it on, I still have the goose bumps
Blow my mind, Maggie 😦
No…no “Like” Like…but I honor the fucking battle, dear…I honor the fucking battle.
your fellow soldier in desperation, Charissa
We’ll march on together 😉
Reblogged this on phoenix rising and commented:
damn…this girl writes some intense poetry!
love it! adding to my reader…