Your conduct is unbecoming. You’re the sandwich, personified. Sliced bread, salami, sauces, salad. You are a messy, unpredictable thing. Occasionally bland, sometimes tasty. You can be soggy, or crisp. Will you stay together or fall apart? I accept you as my daily sustenance. I shouldn’t. #vss365
Bountiful your graveyard.
Here lies empathy:
She succumbed to greed.
Here lies a child’s hope:
She succumbed to cruelty.
Here lies the secrets of criminals:
She succumbed to the distraction of imminent danger and poverty.
Here lies honour:
She succumbed to fear.
#vss365
That beastly woman, they say. Just because I don’t care about hair masks and shape-wear. Just because I’ve a healthy appetite. I eat what I can kill. I don’t need nothin but a knife and my own two God given hands. I’m not a cruel woman. If I was I’d offer to hunt for them. Instead I eat ‘em. #vss365
It’s in my blood. The will to destroy myself. To make it so that I can’t win. I’ll never succeed. I don’t deserve it. I barely deserve basic shelter, safety and sustenance. I’m not a threat to anyone but myself. I ruin me. So, you don’t scare me. I’m my own worst enemy. And I’m formidable. #vss365
If it were only
that pain
could be tucked away
in a box
until one feels ready
to bear it
to allow its gestation
and then to be done with it
to cast it off into the abyss
with no memory
of its existence
or impact upon us
… if only
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Your gut always lets you know what you should be doing. Mine’s called Bertha and she knows what’s unmissable. Like heading over to Fuzzy’s Tavern to challenge a fresh pack of rubes to a game a pool. Bertha also knows who has the best fried cheese curds & cleanest toilets. It ain’t Fuzzy’s. #vss365
It’s a living state of regret. Each and every second spent wrong. Deluges of vintage guilt, peppering the present as it slips away from you. Your time, your attention, your clarity. All of it harvested by thieves. Evil, hidden eyes ripping out the hearts of those who just wanted to be seen. #vss365
It’s a funny thing, memory. It can go missing. Become tainted. It can lie to you entirely. It’ll say it was there and it never was. Then others will tell you the truth. Or are they? Who can you trust? Certainly not your own head. Definitely not other people. #vss365
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When you live for the apogee, it is the grandest moment but also the beginning of the end. Then the spiral. A painful slide away from bliss. Questioning your existence. Love hard, they say. I wonder what part of themselves they hardened to love so much. Love, even at its gentlest, hurts. #vss365
I don’t want a successor. I want to be immortal. Yet remembered forever. I want to know that everybody who is dead and forgotten in the ground, knew of me. That everybody living, thinks of me daily. I live in the collective consciousness. The only stranger to me is death. #vss365
“Those were the good ole days. When what is illicit now, was just a damn good Friday night. I used to go out in tight, dark clothes and offer my services to the first lucky lady I saw. Why, I made out like a bandit. I was so fast you see.”
“Grandpa!”
“What? I was a thief for hire!” #vss365
Thanks Antoinette 😃
As if it was any consolation, he lived inside her. She was possessed. It’s as though he seasoned her life throughout all hours and weathers. The darkest pits of night to the blaze of midday. A taste, an atmosphere, a memory lost yet so real. It made her life sensational. And miserable. #vss365
“He talks to himself. He’s mad. Why can’t he just be normal…bla bla bla.”
Well, if he needs to be alone in order to speak to someone intelligent…that’s not his fault. You don’t have to listen you know. It’s actually very rude to interrupt someone’s soliloquy. You are not needed! Hmmph!
#vss365
He lives in the mountain and is often greeted by a magenta and orange dawn. The fleeting beauty reflects his sorrow. Another day without her. Promises of a cold bed. Life’s little pleasures lack the vibrancy they carried when she drew breath. Joy is a stranger whilst she is still gone. #vss365
Eyes on the skies during a storm. Agnes used augury to reveal the will of Mother Hekate.
“I am here, Mother. Bless me with what tasks you would have me do. I am a child of darkness. I do not fear the shadows as it is you who wields them. I am your priestess, your monster, your daughter.”
#vss365
It was in his nature to be chivalrous. Empathy came with the kindness towards his own failings. There is no knight in shining armour. Just a good person with patience. It isn’t all softness tho. There’s an edge and a dark place. It’s just that he managed to make it safe enough to navigate. #vss365
It was barely a skirmish. That fella gave me a dirty look when I ordered my sherry. Grabbed him by the lapels & said,
“Listen sonny, if you’re gonna come at me with your sass and stinkeye, I’m gonna give you a real good reason not to like me. Mind your damn manners next time!” #vss365
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Spoiler alert: I am not a marine biologist. This makes me sad. But it’s okay.
“Get in shape, girl!”
I remember the song. The weighted pastel arm bands. The sparkly batons. The slender girls with cheesy grins. The chart, drawn out so I could emulate them and become perfect. But just looking at it made me wanna pound back pizza like it was a sport. One I’d win. #vss365
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Would I spring into action? A spry warrior of word and deed. With truth and justice all I need. No, I would want to survive, however unsavoury the circumstances. We are not here on account of heroes. We exist because those before us, were willing to endure the damage. To rot in silence. #vss365
As far as I’m concerned, these “new” ways are fresh as the morning dew. Alas, they are as old as fruit into wine and salt into brine. Honey and the sea….I’ve tasted neither…both have existed far longer than me. Ancient tastes and the humble bee. A flavourless world….w only those like me. #vss365
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And just like that, I was eclipsed. Unlike celestial bodies, this was a darkening without relief. My fault for chasing shadows. Eventually, they catch you instead. It’s never what you thought it would be. Now I am a monster bound to the earth. The heavens couldn’t be further. #vss365
The grey pallor revealed once the overcoat of tea rose flaked off was an indication that all was not silk and lace. She’d tried to be timeless. But even vintage charm can curdle when one’s heart becomes flaccid. Conjuring emotion was as useless as convincing ghosts that life was worth living #vss365
Thank you 🙏
My sutures are quite visible. Trying so hard to make my softness whole. But it’s no use. It’s all too easy to stitch me up. A broken bunny, better off left in bed than to dangle me through this dirty den of a world. My job is to hear you. And I do. That is why my heart is torn in two. #vss365
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