“I’ve always had an eating disordered. I use to blame it on stress…” A heavy pregnant pause hung above the room.
“But now I realize it was not who I am but what I am. I even use to blame my binges on how poorly I spin my web — but it is an automatic instinctual reaction.”
Taking off a pair of horn-rimmed glasses the fly, who never lost a patient, looked directly into the eyes of his patient the spider and gently spoke.
“Be who you are.”
-THE END-
:: 03.23.2020 ::
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MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.
‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.
:: 08062019 ::
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THE opening to the mouth cave
is a jungle skyscraper
of enameled wild beasts
that eats upon a human power
of intense fragility – a feast.
//\\a devil’s cloven
DownSHOULD
B. stop || hoof while
(should i stop)? risen vampires
by the golden blood of fallen
Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||
flutterby wings.
IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT
:: 02-11-2018 ::
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And your thumb so sore from suckling:
A barn Yard Dance / Say goodnight Moon!
and / Where the Wild Things Are /
Chicka Chicka Boom / Press Here
/ The Rainbow Fish like where
/ The Sidewalk Ends all like
/ The Growing Tree and never
let / The pigeon drive the Bus!
And when you grow up never
let him take everything
I ever taught you dear!
/ James and the Giant Peach
wants to marry / A Little Princess
so you visit / The Doll People
but you, you are the child
that / Books Built a heart
like the Sword in the Stone!
and I’ll find you within / The
Secret Garden of my heart!
:: 06-22-2015 ::
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