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liz Oct 2012
Can you appreciate what I offer
Those dimples developing in my abdomen
come as quickly as the months
my back is pulled up
crescent moon
hearts
no rest for breaths
I hope those curves
that you once goose bumped remain
stick to me like oats
I desire shape
but adorn bones
liz Oct 2012
For whom do you sacrifice
my child
slave over sweat
is this for yourself
you are excited by attraction
and attractiveness
find time for little but
introverted social butterfly
tell me
sweet daughter
what have you done for me
each night you ask
protection from fear
healthiness
then thank for the generic
do you think about it often
how little you feel you need me
how often do you visit
a dying man

then you insist upon apologetic mannerisms
send your tears
worship rosaries on your death bed
to you I am but a figurine
to match your decor
do something noble perhaps
with your false sense
of kindness to all
you know of truth
and are belittled when it’s said
I know I am in your head
when his is three times more strong
your commitment is noble
this you have not lied
but you sinner
come home
liz Oct 2012
We have romanticized the idea
of a large ceramic bowl

an area
to potentially suffocate

lay until water drops body temperature

sticky humidity
is this sweat or water

cinnamon scented
and flavored
snafu: flames
singe my nostrils with your desserts

naked
and vulnerable
but completely content
I am stewing
in ceramic bowls
liz Oct 2012
What in your life could be so difficult
that you confide in keyboards
when surrounded by voices
your adult nature
in a malnourished body
is the culprit perhaps
negligee that neglects curves
your synapses are not firing
can you not get the message to your brain
   your oxygen starved brain
so you breathe more quickly
and in turn produce tears
you’re not happy
unless you don’t see him
but are still melancholy
and exaggerate
   this is getting monotonous
   as we sit at round tables
   and discuss your behavior
you lone hairless baby
shush your sickly sweet sniffles
liz Oct 2012
For you to understand your self-destruction
must I demonstrate
sweet sugary ellipses
to help initiate dreaming
but what if I postpone
and begin to
talk of inanimate objects
ramble meaningless words
would you call me
as I continued
while you goodbyed
must I demonstrate
force fear upon your intestines
for your eyes to open
from your ellipse induced daze?
liz Oct 2012
your stomping and shaking
cause violence in my eardrums
and riots in her ribs

but your actions go unpunished
and remain unpunished
therefore I waited
with sticky
swollen eyelids
for justice
right and truthful discipline

burden: you are
let us weigh your heavy heart
liz Oct 2012
Since when has it been acceptable
to insult and torment
to label "disgusting"
and insist you hold nothing but hatred

make a mockery--
leave crying on
carpeted floors
circus fools

then to have such a sudden revelation
of the wrongs committed
and use the voice of sinners
I recognize
to act like but the best of friends
ignorant fool
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