Little Miss ChatterboxA Poem by Alice BlissRaise your hand if you know someone like this.
Oozing blowzy figments,
stories seep like sap from your lips—
then gush down your décolletage.
Spill your soul to strangers,
crack open your skull for passers-by,
spout secrets you never meant to keep.
We see you raw inside,
slit from here to there,
torn and pierced and pared,
bloody without care.
Maybe if you keep talking we won’t notice.
© 2008 Alice Bliss |
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Added on May 23, 2008AuthorAlice BlissNYAboutMy educational background is in anthropology, archaeology, zoology and English writing. I'm a huge fan of Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass." My favorit.. more..Writing
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