Little Miss Chatterbox

Little Miss Chatterbox

A Poem by Alice Bliss
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Raise your hand if you know someone like this.

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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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i married three of 'em...

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow that was amazing, i especially love this line "stories seep like sap from your lips", the descriptions are brilliant and there's defiantly emotion in this poem, I loved it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


who is this about? HMMM....

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Alice Bliss
Alice Bliss

NY



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My 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..

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A Poem by Alice Bliss