it took time to reach the dusty crossroads but only a moment to sell my soul to The Devil a willing sacrifice I signed the legally binding documents in thin purple Sharpie swallowing my qualms like raw oysters briny and slick as I gagged them down my throat ate my pride sliced thin on tasteless … Continue reading Tarot
my days have become hourglass-shaped I rise early morning hours sit in front of my screen in quiet stillness feel alone in the world reflective internal my thoughts warm tumbled amorphous as I slowly wake thick golden syrup after sleep food caffeine percolates through my veins brings world into focus things become narrow sharper my wheels turn … Continue reading Sundowning
my days have become hourglass shaped i rise early morning hours sit in front of my screen in quiet stillness feel alone in the world reflective internal my thoughts warm tumbled amorphous as I slowly wake thick golden syrup after sleep this is when I write food caffeine percolates through my veins brings world into focus things … Continue reading Sundowning (Revisited)
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it took time
to reach the dusty crossroads
but only a moment
to sell my soul to The Devil
a willing sacrifice
sign the legally binding documents
in thin purple Sharpie
I swallowed my qualms like raw oysters
briny
slick
as I gagged them down my throat
ate my pride sliced
on gluten free crackers
followed by
chilled Riesling
crisp with green apple
minerals
to get it down
naively believing
this would make me happy
repair what had broken
heal the shame
guilt
etched onto my palms
told myself
this time could be different
would be different
convinced myself
that I had misread the Tarot
no true High Priestess dispensing Justice
time to embrace Temperance
so easy
to chain myself on the Wheel of Fortune
accept Judgement that I was over-sensitive
too emotional
untrusting
finding out I that I was right the first time
should be more satisfying
how much…
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I reach for the dangerous beauty you hold in your eyes I know that those eyes that honey mouth with its silver tongue make all kinds of promises that you might deliver on Or not Depending on your mood or whether mercury is in retrograde or whatever coin you like to flip Heads you win … Continue reading Dangerous Beauty
my days have become hourglass shaped i rise early morning hours sit in front of my screen in quiet stillness feel alone in the world reflective internal my thoughts warm tumbled amorphous as I slowly wake thick golden syrup after sleep this is when I write food caffeine percolates through my veins brings world into focus … Continue reading Sundowning (Revisited)
Brave & Reckless 