23 February 2012

untitled, because a title is required

 

coursing through my veins i feel the poison flow.

sour pain closed inside my lips,

carmine to ebony behind my eyes.

bring silence on a platter; silvered dome to blunt the noise.

cover me in black.  i curl into a shaking fist.

tightened bands around my slowing heart.

tiny glint of pointed light, soft, in gathered darkness.

bleed this poison out and let me live again.

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details of a domestic goddess

part-time SAHM to four kids: Bear (96), Schmoo (99), Hercules (01), and Princess (02). I wear many hats, including that of the chef, maid, nanny, chauffeur, accountant, triage nurse, laundress, educator, admin assistant, maintenance, gardener, weekend warrior, and just mom too. when i'm not busy momming, i get up at 2am to go to work as an international spy.