Outstepping Our Old

The cold words you whispered,
the sisterly hugs you concocted,
the limiting lessons you pushed
became nothing
after I unshut my eyes.

I see our history now—
you, forcing death into my lungs
and calling your breath life…
your greed leeching, leeching…
leeching everything you touched.

I’m shaking you off,
moving on…
outstepping our old.

 

 

the wee notes…
– reworked from a poem I crafted some years ago. I remember pacing between rage and confusion while I wrote it (I had just ended a long friendship, after finding out that a person I believed to be kinder than most was in fact a total shit to people she couldn’t get anything from). Worse yet, she never understood why I found her behavior disturbing.

– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

She Wants

Before our eyes and hearts and feels… get into what “She Wants”, I wish to inform everyone that I have updated my cyber-home’s Privacy Policy, to be compliant with the GDPR. After delighting in what “She Wants” (yes… I, too, have noticed that I truly enjoy typing the words “She Wants” *cough*), follow this link if you wish to read the Privacy Policy in all its slightly tiresome glory.

 

“She Wants”

She loves him best
while asleep.

In love, obsession
grows out of want
improperly sated.

She wants
never-ending
days
filled by lust
spilling…
out of him
into her.

Her nights are made
of his lips on her hip.

In dreams,
he feels her
real.

She knows dreams best
but prefers him
awake… in her dreams.

 

in her description of this painting, Shelle said, “fairies are born of belief, and die through neglect…” I’m sharing the piece because (well, I adore Shelle’s work and) believe her words are also true when it comes to dreams

linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United