Shadowed Queen

Upon precipice
toes curled
tipped over edge
beneath
shadow plagued
valley
screams
blooded swords
screaming horses
hoards
clash of armour
rank upon rank
falling
beneath stoned gaze.
Lips curled
venomous tongue
rip
tear
gouge
holes in my soul
slice free my heart
gore
slipping from my fingers
to the floor.
Grotesque
face ravaged
body battered
rage
gathering
step forward
falling into nothing
screaming
flames rushing higher.
Conflagration
sins seared
at my feet
desperate men
at my side
succulent succubus
nevermore
shall we fear.
©March 23/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #94-Untitled Poem

Golden sunlight
spackled blue sky
dabs of white
clouds they are
shapes
each one a new design
look
a castle grows from that one
a diamond from another
giggles ring out.
Lips
soft
brush against mine
tongue flicks
your hand
reaches for my breast
my hardened nipple
and I gasp.
Sensations
wave
after wave
surround
encompass
burgeoning desire
slick wetness
fingers slide in.
Body shudders
corkscrew tight
hips bucking
play with me
hold me near
screaming
as I release.
Open my eyes
hazy with seduction
you are not hovering above
it was but a daydream
which gave me such delight.
March 22/20
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New Reality

I am not a first responder. I am not a nurse. I am not a doctor. What I am is a cashier.

I serve people day in and day out. I reassure. I talk. I smile. I smile some more. Reassure some more. No we are not going into a food shortage people. What has happened is that all this panic buying has sent suppliers into a tailspin as they did not have the stock required to suddenly replenish the store shelves. Were you to have shopped normally….maybe a little heavier on your dry goods or frozen but toilet paper? People continue to surprise me every day despite my thinking I have seen it all.

It is a ghost town. Everyone has put themselves in self-isolation. At least for two weeks. What happens after that who knows.

I am pretty certain that at one point and time I am going to be exposed. It has a 7 day period before symptoms start. For all I know I already have been exposed. I am pragmatic. Either I am going to get it or I won’t. There is not much that I can do.

We are washing our hands every 15 minutes at work. They are going to be installing shields to protect the customer and ourselves. Yet another aspect of the new reality.

When H1N1 first came to light sanitizer wipes were everywhere. And stayed. So am assuming that it is possible that these shields will also stay. I understand the need for protection but I am still bothered. We are instilling a fear that I do not think is going to be easily eradicated. Never mind that groceries can still be scanned by cashier but cannot handle cards.

Part of me is wondering how much is too much. How far is too far. In the days and weeks to come we will see. For today and tomorrow I have no plans to go anywhere. I am in isolation with T until Monday when once more I return to serve people of my community.

March 21/20

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Bog Monster

Lilting
on the air
love song
gentle dream.
Golden hours
long slippery nights
time in a bubble
a desire
a love affair
ever so rare
or so I thought.
Woven fantasies
spoken
dreams created
wisps of smoke
waiting
wanting
spoke to me
of fairy tales.
Always wanted my fairy prince
my knight in shining armour
my king
to lay with queenly self
to call forth passion
to ease the inner ache
I constantly feel.
I would like to know
within the multitude of frogs I have kissed
have you any advice
what do I need to change
so y’all will stay in the swamp?
©March 18/20
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Unnamed Poem #1

finally.
finally i can see
what the world does
when looking at me.
i was lost
now i am found
laughter
bittersweet 
trips from tongue
drunk upon freedom
spin in circles
the sky
it is my limit.
limitless.
limitless I now be
there is nothing
not one damn thing
to stand in front of me
command my desires
free i be 
strong 
true
tigress on the hunt.
stalk the night
prey in sight
low growl
silent glide
never know I am there
until….. 
it is too late.
i am lost no longer.
i am free once more.
jagged nightmare
careful you do not awake
teeth at your throat
claw to heart
i am coming for you
death’s deadly desire.
March 17/20
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Word of the day Challenge #93-Untitled Poem

Shattered
blood red tears
rending at clothes
at hair
at skin
gouging
nails slicing
anything to stop the pain.
I never lied about what I wanted.
I never lied about what I expected.
I never lied about what I was feeling.
I never lied at all.
What you see
is what you get
no more
no less.
This woman
standing
naked before you
baring soul
bitter past
fragile
vulnerable
patchwork quilt
scars
taped together with experience.
I knew
heart bleeding
I knew how dangerous
voices
screaming
kicked into silence
this would be.
I built an illusion.
I built a fantasy.
I built……
but one memory
how you held me
when I bared my truth
my past
like no other man has done.
©March 16/20
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Best Served

Gently cup my cheek
thumb erases the tears
sad smile
I know
you know
it was never real.
Pain
raging
tearing me apart
my mistake
falling hard
should have listened
when warned.
Fantasies woven
tenderness given
hard not to feel
time to tamp it down
drown it down
lock it away
’cause I swear
I ain’t giving it away.
I am done with feeling shit.
I am done with feeling period.
They say
(I love the infamous they)
revenge is a dish best served cold
revenge is a life well lived
revenge is a lot of things…..
what I cling to as true
the day will come
when you realize……
I was the best you would ever have.
©March 15/20
Picture is my own. Of me.