"My stomach is churning
into a giant container
of gelatinous tapioca pudding.
The last time I remember liking pudding
was when I was a little girl.
Now it just makes me gag.
I see a mean nursing home attendant
force feeding pudding to the elders
she doesn't like, even if they told her not to
when they could still speak for themselves
and open their own mouths by choice.
When I could still speak for myself,
I told them I didn't like their fucking pudding.
Now that I can't tell them to stop,
they'll shove as much of it inside me as they can
until I choke on tiny clots.
some lines from my DARK PURPLE
INTERSECTIONS...
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"I'm
too young for girdles.
I'm too
old for weekly waxing
off the
pussy hair. Off with my head,
with my
mixed-up, middle-aged digits.
One side
fine tuned, trimmed, and bleached;
the other
side a hairy, dirty, blood drenched mess,
screaming
like a decimated blow torch."
some lines from Another Set of
Ripped-Out Bloody Pigtails
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I'm adding a photo
that includes both of my two NEW May 2019 poetry chapbooks
The second one is
Another Set Of Ripped-Out Bloody Pigtails, with cover art by Craig Firsdon,
filled with disturbing poems, published by The Poet's Haven, and officially
available the last day of May (TODAY)! That one can be acquired through The
Poet's Haven HERE - https://boutique.poetshaven.com/AuthorSeries?product_id=159
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(If anyone would like to purchase both at the same time directly from me, PM me.)