Fiction

Saving Face

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(Photo Credit:  From Alvin Schwartz and Stephen Gammell’s “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”)

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Time for skincare overhaul

Wrinkles, pimples, and fine lines

My nose–the only thing that shines

*Sigh* And what do we have here

Another bumpy blemish I fear

But looking closely, I now see

Something moving under thee

Swelling larger by the minute

This pregnant pustule must submit

To a simple squeeze and pop

But despite my efforts, it doesn’t pop

So, I take a pair of tweezers

And, gosh, is this one a bleeder

But blood isn’t the only thing I see

What seem to be a dozen fleas

Full of blood as they waddle

I drown them all in a bottle

And smile of relief and say

“Nothing can stop me today!”

 

 

Date at Sunset


Orange, pink, and gray

Oh, what a beautiful day
Next to you at the river 

Someone’s fulfilled our order 
Shall we go for a stroll?

Or eat a noodle bowl?
With with you I am blessed

I could have never guessed
Our lifetime awaits

With more beautiful dates

Solace

  
The sun rises with your smile
Holding you longer a little while
In my dreams your laugh echoes

All while you play with your Duplos
Bright light in a chaotic world

Next to you I am curled 
Fiercely protective of you I am

Mama bear to my little lamb
All my hopes and dreams for you 

Spectacular, if you only knew
But for now, nap your little nap

(Wish I could freeze time with a snap)
For soon, you’ll be a tall, handsome chap

And I’ll be a little, old sap.

Trafficked

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Somewhere over the rainbow
Someone will hear my cry of “No”
 
Lured in a parking lot
Before I knew it, my arms tied in a knot
 
Could this be happening?
Head against his car slapping
 
Eyes blindfolded
The terror has unfolded
 
Taken to a cold house
He tore open my blouse
 
Threw me onto the bed
Monster and his friends then fed
 
Once untied
I asked why and cried
 
“Right place at the right time,”
He said, “You’ll earn me a pretty dime”
 
I stared out the window
From this place of hellish limbo
 
And saw a line of men
Foxes to devour a hen
 

Little Piggy

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This little piggy went to market
Damn, this girl has spirit
 
This little piggy stayed home
Found her as I did my roam
 
This little piggy had roast beef
Told her the pain would be brief
 
This little piggy had none
Ravishing her was fun
 
This little piggy went
Still smell her blood’s scent
 
Wee, wee, wee
On to my next killing spree
 
All the way home
Smiling at her mouth’s foam

Two Books

crowdfundingIt’s been quiet for the past few days because I finally started writing my children’s book and started an Indiegogo (crowdfunding) campaign to assist with the publishing of it and another book in the works (in addition to hunting for illustrators for the two books).  So feel free to check it out!

In other news, D and I have our next doctor’s appointment on Tuesday and, hopefully, we’ll be able to find out the sex of the baby via an ultrasound.  As long as he or she is healthy, I don’t care about the sex.  It would just make planning (code: shopping) for him or her easier.  In the meantime, I’ve been adding gender-neutral things (i.e, stroller, car seat, play pen, and other gear) to the registry.  My sister’s throwing a baby shower for me in the next couple months so I wanted to make sure that the registry had at least a few basic/must-have items.

Mom (in-law) is coming in for a visit tomorrow and that means lots of cleaning today as well as making sure the fridge is fully stocked.  The place still looks like a warehouse (even though it’s been a full month since we’ve moved in) so my first order of business today is to finish clearing up all the boxes.  So much to do, so little time…