You Will Rot

“Self-love is so important. Because when you’re all alone and it’s 3 in the morning and you’re lying on the floor crying and shaking and wishing it all would end, who’s going to be there for you? You. You have to pick yourself up and find the strength to carry on. At the end of the day, you’re all you’ve got.” ~ via All Women’s Talk

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Selfishness
was once a goddess
killed by man.
I reclaimed her might
back to life, for me.

You want me
meek, shushed at your feet?
Dumb man-child,
your dream will not be—
my tongue whips silence.

The right words
demolish dogma,
defeat lies.
Hear my wild heart roar
change, and be reborn.

“Selfish!” you
shout, and I laugh, laugh—
I love me.

You (your shouts) and your insecurities will rot before I change my Self.

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a wee note…
– Linked to Protest and Outrage: Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, and to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

Frida Kahlo and Chavela Vargas
via Pinterest

A Caged Tongue

Nightmares are me
tongueless, my skull
a cage for thought,

my dying mind screaming,

Burst at the mouth now,
lest I implode later!

my mouth empty
of words,

dead to words.
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Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”.

Of First Loves and High Heel Shoes

“First loves are high-heeled shoes,” he says. “They affect flesh and spirit—straighten spines, tighten thighs, make you walk like you own the galaxy. Your first changes you forever. No other will ever make you feel like I did.”

I watch him,

remember myself

wrapped in him.

“Once,” I tell him, “the sight of you pulled little moans out of my middle. The memory of us (skin-to-skin), your scent… made me want. But I don’t lust after the way I used to feel inside your body. First shoes are just shoes—perfect (once), but irrelevant after they no longer fit.”

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the wee notes…
– Linked to Friday Fictioneers. Visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, to enjoy interesting tales. Then follow this LINK, to read what others have written about my old shoes.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, where our sweetest Sanaa invites us to write about love, using a common everyday image.