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with all of our mistakes dangling in the tree branches
it's a wonder, isn't it, that we are still here. i'll listen
as you describe to me the rough sex you had with
whoknows but don't let that make you think i'll
remember. i hope you listen when i tell you i am
showing up at your house tomorrow wearing blood
on my lips and an obscene little red riding hood outfit.
did i ever tell you? in the modern version of the tale,
little red riding hood is brought to womanhood abusively
fast, so fast that it makes her fingertips bleed from
scratching at the sides of the doorjamb. she is broken,
dear, just broken.
eat all of your haikus, dear, or you will never grow as
tall as daddy, you will never grow so cruelly. never
tell me i'm wrong.
the good sir on the old london streets has happened
away with a part of me, the clean part of me, i am
afraid. i can't remember if the street was made from
stones or mud or if it was raining or simply dreary and
overcast, but i can remember the length of his ring finger
compared to his thumb and that he said, may i hold that?
and that, fuck, this is all just one big horrible metaphor;
are you enjoying this? i hope you are, it's all i have left of
me and i hope it makes you laugh so hard you forget that
you are actually crying.
these pants were not red before i wore them, they were
not red before i wore them.
it's a wonder, isn't it, that we are still here. i'll listen
as you describe to me the rough sex you had with
whoknows but don't let that make you think i'll
remember. i hope you listen when i tell you i am
showing up at your house tomorrow wearing blood
on my lips and an obscene little red riding hood outfit.
did i ever tell you? in the modern version of the tale,
little red riding hood is brought to womanhood abusively
fast, so fast that it makes her fingertips bleed from
scratching at the sides of the doorjamb. she is broken,
dear, just broken.
eat all of your haikus, dear, or you will never grow as
tall as daddy, you will never grow so cruelly. never
tell me i'm wrong.
the good sir on the old london streets has happened
away with a part of me, the clean part of me, i am
afraid. i can't remember if the street was made from
stones or mud or if it was raining or simply dreary and
overcast, but i can remember the length of his ring finger
compared to his thumb and that he said, may i hold that?
and that, fuck, this is all just one big horrible metaphor;
are you enjoying this? i hope you are, it's all i have left of
me and i hope it makes you laugh so hard you forget that
you are actually crying.
these pants were not red before i wore them, they were
not red before i wore them.
Literature
miscarriage.
okay, so i have my own theory
on all things involving you and me
we were each other's notion
of necessity and need.
a preconceived idea seeded
among the roots of our hearts, rich
with prospect, promise, and possibility
but anyone could see
i was naked, naive, and nervous
and you no better, no worse.
so darling, correct me if i'm wrong
but we miscarried love before we
understood it to its every degree.
Literature
One Womb, Never Used
"A woman isn't defined by her child-making capabilities anymore.
There are plenty of children who need to be adopted.
These are not the easiest of times to raise a child, anyway.
Just think of the things you will never have to worry about."
Again and again, I hear, but demur,
Around a skirmish of words, I defend.
So: Insert another platitude here.
Mention another vague statistic.
Comment again with an obscure generalization.
Don't forget to end it with some sage advice.
It's okay. I know that most of you don't know what to say.
That's why I change the subject if it gets too close.
I'm just the friend patient coworker
Literature
Never
You,
You push,
At me, to try and make me fall down
You,
You scream,
At me, into my ears, hoping that your message will be clear
And you!
You fail!
To understand that I will not live in your hell!
You!
You're diseased!
If you think you'll drive me to my knees!
No-one makes me plead...!
It's not!
The way!
That I will live my life today...!
You are!
So wrong!
I cannot be beaten, I am too strong...!
Awake!
Alive!
You think you can choose for me, but you are denied...!
(You can make...me bleed, make me scream,
But you can never, you will never, no you can't ever,
Change me)
You!
You try!
To hold on to a portion of my l
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and with a snapping of her wrists she says, if god really existed i am sure he wouldn't have impregnated me with the devil's child.
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a rich tapestry of suggestion, bitter as Angostura.
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