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PJ Poesy Apr 2016
Dragona Radic hated her name for as long as she could remember. So obviously different than the Mary Butlers, and Ginny Gormans she grew up with in Flavor Town. Even Myrtle Feinstein seemed to be given a more applicable name to live in Flavor Town to Dragona’s mindset. Life was hard for Dragona in Flavor Town. Especially, when at twelve she began to grow a moustache. Living in Flavor Town wasn’t easy for anyone really, but to Dragona it was shear torture. Susie Choo became her best friend for more reasons of default than likeability. Being the only other girl with as much a non-conformable name as Dragona, Susie Choo’s distaste for her was equal. Still, Dragona Radic and Susie Choo formed an alliance, for what else were they to do living in Flavor Town. Flavor Town was a brand of the most delightful 56 flavors of ice-cream ever made, as well as the name of their hometown. You would think in Flavor Town diversity would be celebrated as much as variety. This sadly was not so. In America, you can find all 56 flavors of Flavor Town’s delectable frozen concoctions at any Buck Shops Here grocery outlets. Yet, little may you know of the atrocities occurring in Flavor Town, and what Dragona Radic and Susie Choo were about to do about it?
My vision blurred with a nightmare.
I'm in a restraint cocoon.
Bones and organs in agony.
Like an iron maiden with no teeth.
I'm conformable to my huffiness.
No shot, so I unintentionally yelp.
Unarmed like a pacifist.
I just have my feeble fists.
I left my guns in the armory.
I kiss my crucifix.
My last image of luminosity.
My heart racing like my Hennessy Venom.
My organs feel poisoned.
With my final touch on the reptiles skin.
my palms slimy and sweaty.
The firm scales of death.
The scent of lukewarm saliva
The vociferous slither of madness.
Waves of hell in the distance.
The red stop sign hit me in the face.
Knocked out by the boxers glove.
No more coffee to get up.
My ears blocked by a clamp.
No more sound  to my ears.
My core compressed  by the giants grip.
My vocal cords unplugged.
Bloodshot eyes trembling.
My bones cracking like glass.
My bones wished  calcium.
A shattered skeleton.
Swallowing cans of red paint.
Tasted like a plethora of pennies.
Ready, to be deposited.
I glanced up at the cloudy sky.
It was not night time, so no wish for me.
No helicopter, just stuck in no mans land.
My body exploded like water balloon.
A puddle of fool's blood into the amazons bucket.
Overfilled my demise with the unseen eyes.
The jaws of death caught my head.
Thrown by a pitcher at the speed of light.
Like the catcher that receives a baseball.
Swallowed by the hands of a magnanimously ravenous man.
Through the colon of an unforeseen life-style.
Like a time-bomb set to implode and explode.
Patience and impatience on your turn.
Unavailable to sit, and relax.
Your the omnipresent traveler.
You set the clock to walk the distance.
The journey can be short, or long.
Ambivalent hands reaching for acceptance.
The door opens for the strangers.
Into the eyes, face, and body-type of anyone.
that surrounds a dark room waiting for the light.
I'm naked and covered with protection.
I accept all genders.
You can have a seat now, or any time you want to.
You sit on me, but i can't see your expression on your face.
So I wait, until you defecate.
I accept all colors, and I accept anything that splashes my surface.
So let's be friends I want some company.
I want to get to know you, so just poo.
Or you too good for that to?
Dump all your haughtiness into my watery mouth.
I won't judge your character, or what you eat, or who you know.
You gave in to me without resistance anyways.
I'm watching you, so stay seated.
With submission and relief, the forbidden cave slowly opens.
The painful sensation you felt when you died.
Opens up a man-cave of arrogance and lies.
You thought were better than me, but your not.
If you want to listen to me, Ill flush you down into my mouth.
You land in water surrounded by ***** matter.
The ones you thought you pleased.
In the Floating liquid without order.
Your past came out your balloon knot, and you accepted your fate.
I Learned my lesson, but all I am now is just an arrogant ****.
Shivpriya Jun 2022
Sub Title: This connotation for my inner construction occurring inside!

Gravy, weighty and salient seasons of my book were crinkled, blended into the vast expanse of reflective tones and the disposition of melodies. Its resulting picture appeared unclouded and had the comprehensive idea of yenning, which was trying to settle in!

In compliance with the process of its preparedness, I tried to learn and memorize the outlook of your tending silence. The mounting serene of its stilling effect mirrored the appearance of vivid flowers, those clasped to your hands and luckily permeating their conformable scent.

O prettifying silence and the causative quickener behind it,
I want the remnant of my voice to occupy your attention by posing a simple question. Is it hard to hold the flowers with your hands? Do I hurt you with its sharp-pointed edges?

Sad, in this reposeful composition. I pricked you.
©️shivpoetesspriya

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