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We Are Ladies (In All But Make)

I am frozen
A shadow against your light
A doubt
Buried under the weight of your greed
I’m all but cast aside
A pawn to be thrust every which way
Attending the needs
Which cloud my skies
I step lightly
Across your back
I stomp gently over the cracks
We are ladies in all but make
Soothe our skirts
Remind us again
With supple bruised skin
What’s at stake

Random word generator: product

Word of the day challenge yesterday was genesis

And the Ragtag Daily Prompt is articulate

All the birds with all the words.

Now I have to go back to work.


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Tracing ink intoned sketches
Raising bumps, pleasure seeker give aways,
Across our tender skin.
I can’t bring myself to release these words
I’ve held so long against my heart
And crumbling soul.
I can’t make my lips form the syllables
Of every line I know I’ve ever needed to say.
I’m rendered speechless in the way your eyes
Speak for me.
Reflections of your fingers sliding beneath my clothes,
Along strings of lies,
Pure ecstasy as you strip them away,
Letting your lips trace these matching shades of grey.
You don’t have to do much
I’m rendered helpless, drunk and depressed, slinking into your arms.
Your lips trace my neck and shoulders, your fingers slip every charade I own
Straight to the ground.
But I can’t stay with you tonight,
Though your lips travel over my body and your tongue drives me wild.
I grasp at your hair and the strands of reality I have left;
Desperately trying to hold on
To the moments when our breath moves as one.
I hope you’ll forgive me,
I just can’t stop slipping.
In and out of time I fall, here with you
Then into the darkness I’m recalled.
It must have been amazing,
I know it was just right,
Those moments with you, tracing intoned pictographs
Inked to your story, now permanently part of me.

Word: Background

Posted in stream of consciousness


Free flow Saturday – With schoolwork and my vacation I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing over the past few weeks. I’m trying to get back into it. This seems like the best place to start.

Prompt: Hypnotize (this random word generator doesn’t always come up with good stuff but it pulled through today)

Music: Low & Dirty Three – In The Fishtank 7

I’ve never understood
People at rock shows in towering heels
But I’m mesmerized
By their sultry disregard, reckless abandon.
I think it’s odd
When families talk over dinner
Yet I’m entranced
By their shifting notes in laughter and love.
Once the idea
That I should be my own person,
Capable of a life beyond one envisioned
Of me, for me, in spite of me,
Sent chills through my skin.
Somehow here I exist,
Hypnotized, mesmerized
And I wonder if this
Is what normal feels like?

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I count every beat,
Step, tick-tock.
I tap the counter,
Uneven nails and
Click my tongue.
Routine is good,
I whisper to barely hanging lights
It’s all just routine.
Routine is what keeps us
From doing things …
Crazy … things.
Like carving
A new face
With that pretty chefs knife …
Swirling along the blade
The way my brain
Spins in time
I count every beat,
Step, tick-tock.
I tap the counter,
With clack of that knife handle
And click my tongue.
No, no,
This will never do …
Just not …
Routine yet
Which keeps us
From doing things …
Nasty … things.
Like stringing up
That boy …
Maybe by the groin?
And running far away …

Today’s random word is excess (as in there is an excess of crazy in this piece), provided by the random word generator

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Drowned in the Desert

I don’t dance
I spent my childhood chained to the rail
I cry out for something more in this life of almost … is
What was it you whispered again?
Invisible words silently fed to the darkest spaces
Pulse through my veins
Choking life from all who touch me
Your memory is a ripple in sands of time
A fading oasis beyond sweltering lines
Forever sweeping away on the wind
Taut and teasing
A barrier into foreign lands
Unforgiving in the way it leads
The way it never gives
I don’t dance
But the memory beckons a sway or two
If only to say
I drowned in the desert
And absence of you

Word of the Day: Miss, word generator here