A cute little outfit.
Heels to match.
Friends to party with.
Supper is relished.
The journey to the club begins.
Drinks are purchased.
The dancing begins!
Bathroom breaks as required.
The groping man slapped!
He buys an apology drink.
Friends implore stay with us.
He’s not so bad.
The world says he apologized
maybe he’s a nice guy.
Saturday morning comes.
One bloody eye opens.
The hospital staff say luck was on my side.
As much hurt as he did
Life still breathes in this broken body.
White streaks that last only briefly.
They thin out and then fade.
Seen only from a distance
they seem unreal.
Imagination expects them to be writings.
Perhaps the gods are trying to tell us something.
Or just wanted us to see a different kind of beauty.
Daily chores
The minimum required.
A constant nagging.
I know you heard me!
No! You don’t have time!
Why are you not ready?!
Time to go.
I’ll just have to face the consequences
of YOUR actions!
I remember the days I cleaned.
The carpets were vacuumed.
The kitchen sparkled.
The bathroom tiles were wiped down.
The hallway had no toys scattered in it.
I sit here and enjoy my morning coffee
watching the work of yesterday
be demolished in less than 20 minutes!
The skeleton is a mere outline.
The whiteness of the bones
barely glinting.
They have been washed
so that the contrast to the black
would be more acute!
The skull is missing.
The head that replaces it grins at me.
Even though I know October has just begun
This T-Shirt is worn year round!
Such a silly little thing.
A mere click of a button.
Why is it so intoxicating?
How many likes today?
Is it really a reflection of my life?
But I want more!
I want to like and be liked!
If I like and have lost
is it better than to have liked at all?
Trapped within my own mind.
My thoughts circle
around the worries and insecurities
that plague my mortal being.
Yet I still crave a physical space.
One where I hear nothing,
am bothered by absolutely no one.
To think in peace is so rare these days.
Crisis mode!
Easy to focus on the BIG problems.
Cut and pare away the non-immediate troubles.
Deal with the emergency.
Then try to breathe.
The main issue I have
is that every single day
puts me in this mode.
How do I live without letting it over take me?
The stress is literally killing me!
A piece of trash.
Once very important.
To who nobody knows.
The metal is twisted
scarred beyond recognition.
In my dreams
I see them using it
playing with the instruments.
It still circles Saturn
a lonely artifact
beautiful beyond price.
Dirty socks
Clean socks
Discarded socks
Random socks
Multi-coloured socks
All they do is mock
as I pick up and take stock
of all the ones left
lying around my floors.
Socks!
