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Shivering WeedsShivering weeds

I float in the river, threads of green vines twined around me,
twigs and foxgloves laced in my hair.
If I drown perhaps I will grow gills, silver slits.
A truck cornflower blue pulls over to the side of the road.
A man casually scoops up a little girl with pigtails tied with red ribbons.
She has no name now.
Fish stare at me with flat eyes like silver coins.
They place coins on the eyes of the dead.
But I am something else.
The princess dreams of spinning wheels that bloomed like asters,
fingertips pricked, guppies swimming beneath her eye lids.
No one will find her.
The truck is now only a blue jay on a road endi
Shivering WeedsShivering weeds

I float in the river, threads of green vines twined around me,
twigs and foxgloves laced in my hair.
If I drown perhaps I will grow gills, silver slits.
A truck cornflower blue pulls over to the side of the road.
A man casually scoops up a little girl with pigtails tied with red ribbons.
She has no name now.
Fish stare at me with flat eyes like silver coins.
They place coins on the eyes of the dead.
But I am something else.
The princess dreams of spinning wheels that bloomed like asters,
fingertips pricked, guppies swimming beneath her eye lids.
No one will find her.
The truck is now only a blue jay on a road endi
Rorschach's BlotRorschach's Blot

Spiders and bears and misshapen trees,
when the swollen fruit drops it bursts into wren wings,
salamander tails shivering, the color of bruised plums.
It tastes so sweet, the tip of a beak.
With a straight pin, I peck at my arms,
a Pollock of blood, swarms of carnelian bees.
Sweet sweet stings. The poison sings.
They say hallucinations, the saints said visions.
"Ollie ollie oxen free," they call running through orchards,
the evening air loosening, a grace note of despair.
There was once an apple and it was bitten,
poor thing, all hell broke loose.
"Tell me what you see," he asks.
"White," I say, hospital sheet

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The backyard where I grew up.
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~Metal-loving-Rebel Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Don't know why but this gives me goose pimples.
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*swansisters Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, it makes me happy to hear it gives you goose pimples. :)
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~Metal-loving-Rebel Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Me, too. I like extreme feelings.
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*swansisters Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yes. I usually feel things extremely
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~Metal-loving-Rebel Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Obviously. One can see it in your art.
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