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A new friend o' mine made this - just for me! Because of my closet love for Liberace. hahahahaha. I absolutely adore it. Too much of a good thing is indeed wonderful... and caked with sequins.
My latest amateurish-yet-promising poem. I'm so happy people have told me they enjoyed it. :) Anything I can do that excites/inspires/"wows" people.... it's just *sniffle*... very nice. And very humbling. It doesn't make me think "I'm all that" so much as "I really have to deliver now!"
Leach
A blanket sewn of warm, soft flesh
I pulled it from the shelf
on a cold, April evening.
The blood
had long since
washed away.
Worn and loved, it wanted for nothing.
Least of all
ICE
to soak it's threads.
The blanket sat, admired
from afar.
Far too pretty to stay exposed
on a dusty, dirt-stained shelf.
I picked old scabs, until they bled.
Splenetic miniature autopsies
each with their own cause of death.
The scabs mere negatives
of a vacation gone awry.
Mere ashes and cinder
of a mental inferno.
"Friends" burrowed deep into the scabs.
Popcorn in hand, laughing on cue
Midnight matinee on a butcher's table.
So I curled up with blankie, two years old.
I wanted to bathe in it forever.
Sizzle and melt from the inside out
and evaporate into it's threads.
This I did,
but I did not die.
Woke up cold,
no blood supply.
The blanket slid off in the night
to cradle the masses with my warm, soft flesh.
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And I just had a psychic reading. I'm going to live to be about 68 (YESSS!! a short life), and other things. I wanna meet my husband. Right now. hehe! :)