![]() Favored ScarsA Poem by Kristina Moulaison![]() Some bleed and some feed.![]() None of this makes any sense, she said... but it won't keep me from swaddling my narcissus in paper blankies, shoveling ink into a blender you, strapped in my electric chair as I wet the sponges you, dripping spit and salivating while your hair singes up to your ears- your skin will make a nice book cover, a leather bound collection of flesh, vein rope Medusa hair waving on my grinning specter, shaking the blood out into a circuitous spray, gush bright compliment to my furious wit, lascivious, villainous, masterful conjurer of bottomless hungry need, popping human appetizers, full course tribes to follow my carnal appetite, which knows no boundary
histrionic hyperbole delight in fanciful technicolor mourning pulling strings as the marionettes dance to my misery, double tapped predictable echo of greatest hits, daddy at midnight at the bottom of a bottle, drumming up fresh heartache, humping a dry leg to get you wet wet wet while you wallow in my kiddy pool you don't know me til you walk in my stilettos you know you want me to come apart for you, break all over you, bleed fine silk regrets til we are wailing black eye lined sisters
incestuous brother me, second mother me I need a whole family to satisfy this hunger in me to populate this cavernous array of razor sharp memory fall on my blade and wait, let the copper drip and taste how sweet it is to be dead like me, dead. like. me. dead like me ...
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Added on April 1, 2014Last Updated on April 7, 2014 AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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