Oh doctor, doctor, why can't you understand? It's not that there's an addiction, or a problem at hand I was born this way, with marshmallows in my gums licking damp cupcake wrappers for chocolate and crumbs. I'll still fill my trolley with sugar, Himalaya high, and though you glare disapprovingly, I really can't deny that even… Continue reading Fix the Sugar Fix
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Threaded
And they called it, puppet love . . I never knew you had dimples. You’ve never shown them to me. You’d laugh and you’d roar with a voice filled with cymbals but you’d never smile for me. I’ve tired out the one-liners, the puns, the slapstick - and I'm tired from the word play, the knock-knock, the… Continue reading Threaded
Warm Rooms
Drown me in your tea, honey, shroud me in the old Afghan. Stoke me up on the fireplace and try scouring me from every pan. Beat me out of your Persian, love, and sweep me over the doorway - you'll have to skin every room of wallpaper just to keep me away. Light your heavy… Continue reading Warm Rooms
Skinned.
You make me want to put my fingers at my temples Dig them in, massage away the sound of your voice the way you leave me no choice, your cruel insinuations Scratch with my nails, mark crescents around my ears You paste me under the wallpaper, hang my toes from the chandeliers. I wear away… Continue reading Skinned.
