UnAlice In Wonderland Grows Up And Will Kick You In The Face If You Cross Her~

~A Cautionary Tale For Men Things Contemplating Quickies With Tilty Girls~

Like a small animal

In a splash of morning sun

I will peel you from my skin

With my elemental canines

Grape skin in the veins of my struggle

To unmend you from my quilt

~No one asked you to stay the night, motherf*ck*r~

Like a large soul

With too many holes in the pockets of morning

I will kick the pieces of your dreams

Under my bed

For the Queen Of Clovers

To brew for brunch with Old Badger

~No one asked you to bleed your mind all over my sheets~

Like a unrequited fairy tale

Worn out under a King’s skin in lavender and soot

I will puzzle for hours over the shape of your fragrance

The indent of your bones in my twenty mattress layers

Betting my spirit with old Hoof

That you’ve never met such a version of UnAlice

Who will not only kick you in the face 

But firmly escort you out the morning door

With nothing more to show for your conquest

Than a pop tart

And a bloody soul

~No one asked you to play with my ink, motherf*ck*r~

 

 

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Author's Note

title courtesy of Sam OT ~ ;)~

Reviews

[LilyT]

I was just reading the back and forths over at FB and you are one wicked, beautiful bish! LMFAO! Really only someone with a mazey brain like yours could connect the dots between a killer comment and put it on your potter's wheel and make one hell of a kick a*s poem out of it with subtle pushes going on in every damn line!


Betting my spirit with old Hoof

That you’ve never met such a version of UnAlice

Who will not only kick you in the face and out the morning door

With nothing more to show for your conquest

Than a pop tart

And a bloody soul

~No one asked you to play with my ink, motherf*ck*r~


Laughing myself into a pee fit! LOL

[David W Moore III]

Remind me never to cross you. Wait, I've read more than one cautionary tale. Quite the poetic b***h slap you've got here!

[Ed Hart]

you see...you see...i tried to warn them...i told them it's a new breed...remember when all the girls used to be sissies, well now they will flat kick your a*s...i did, i warned them, but who listens, whoever listens

[RainQueen]

No, THIS is a b***h-slap in the highest of style. I sincerely hope the undoubtedly deserving recipient of this is wise enough to cower before this gorgeous, magnificent rage.

Oh, just...keep that glorious, white-hot rage. Let it burn away the

"I will puzzle for hours over the shape of your fragrance

The indent of your bones in my twenty mattress layers."

The mind knows the rage, yet the soul bleeds.
Whoever played in your ink...Fvck 'em. Or worse...Don't. Perhaps next time...The bastid can toy with a sparrow instead.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I can imagine the conversation that gave rise to the title of this one ;)

This definitely comes from an angry place, but retains the imagery that shines in true selene style.

[OT]

hahahaha only you could take a throwaway comment and turn it into this!! kick in the face and then some - powerful - yet undeniably poetic! "~No one asked you to play with my ink, motherf*ck*r~" - tattoo material ha