spikybluegirl

Changed favourites again. Theme: SGs I had listed as faves around the time I joined the site.

I'm queen grouch again today. Trying to find the Paxil I purchased yesterday so I can remedy the grumposity. The most random things have pissed me off today, including things I was ecstatic about like, 2 days ago. Mood swings bite the big one.

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12:02, it's poetry day.

By her ankles, she hangs
from the branch,
hair spiraling out like an extension
of plant life, eyes burst wide
like flowers. She seems
Backlit, a movie screen, pale skin gone
on translucent. Blood collects
in her face, a ripe eggplant. Black curls
wave in the wind. She waits.
Kittenish, my tongue drifts out
to meet death's smirk,
Because here
there are no consequences
no frantic naysayers.
You aren't around,
and she was never enough to stop me.

So I'll take her best kiss and the
quarters from her pocket,
if they fall, because
She's so willing
in her red
dress
with
no
panties
impeding
my
progress.
Yes, it's set
like the time bomb she
is, shifting seconds towards splitting
Us. Soon our faces will lie
in planes which don't correspond,
and the vines I've tied will slip their
knots. She's going to drop
like thunder falls.

I didn't save either of us,
But you know, this dead girl seems
to like the flavor of my kiss.

(damn damn damn. I can't think of a good ending. sorry for the mediocre one. Love, SBG.)