Cat Fiske

Feb 2016

Redshift

beautiful, long-lashed baby girl
hair black and smooth, peruvian:
steel blue eyes.

mama has too many latin ******* to beat up
to enjoy your gentle burbles and smiles
too much hair to style
too many faces to kiss in pictures
that aren't yours.
gold chains and pursed lips and popped hips
her lifestyle,
though changeable,
leaves her unwilling.

too pregnant too early
too willing too early
i remember walking down streets with her
a child
telling me that she wanted to have ***.

she did finally,
and she had you.
for a few weeks, maybe.

i hope you live with your grandmother
and not with a stranger.
i hope your mother will apologize someday
for choosing to be wild
instead of loving
to one of the most beautiful baby girls
i have ever seen...

(just like her
mother)

Feb 2016

Barton D Smock

purlieu

a bruise, a school

of fish. a caterpillar

crossing

the floor
of hell. a thought

sick
to a son’s
stomach, a winter

glove
in spider’s
nightmare.

Feb 2016

Olivia Kent

BAD ATTITUDE (FOR YUI)

The man stood in the corner.
Tousled his hair like a rock star.
It's in his genes you know.
For he's a man in a dress.
Maybe a man in drag?

Make-up plastered on with a trowel.
Quickly darling chuck him a towel.
To wipe away his blusher.
Wants to be a lady fair.
Her chin is rather bristly.
It gives the game away.

Inside the hardened exterior hides a lady.
Sweet and pure.
Local kiddies take the p.
You see.
Due to lack of understanding.
Missing sympathy.
Kiddies all chuckle at that strange
man.
The fella who wants to be free.
He's a man in a dress.
He ain't got no regrets.
In all sincerity.
He's a lady inside.

He's a man in a dress.
He likes it best.
They all say that breast is best.
The lady is excited.
Cultivated *******.
Procured by things hormonal.
Hairy chin.
Evening shadow.
Perfect skin.
The silhouette perfect shape.
That man he wore a dress.
But he's a lady now.
And she's a cheerful soul.
(c)LIVVI

Cat Fiske Feb 2016

A girl.

A tear, shed down for each fear that's been sticking inside my head,
A life, not worth your time, because the soul inside has died,
A thought, has killed its host, as the leave her to decay away to what she fears most,
A hope, for she has none, she is broken, she has come undone.
A friend, for she has lost them all, to her mind's fears that trap her inside,
A mind, that tears her apart,
A heart, that is stolen with her innocence,
A body, that suffered abuse from everything that hides in her closet,
A closet, too small to hide her pain, or memories,
A life, that she had tried to live on though,
a tear, is all there is left for her to do.

#life #heart #girl #cry #hope #tear #friend #mind #*** #body