Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Only time can heal what reason cannot”— Seneca
Apologies for the cum stains on the Buick
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#sex
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Red dress in NOLA - 2
#escape
#freedom
#LGBT
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Red dress in NOLA - 1
the streets
felt like an
empty stomach
after Halloween
so much darkness
after a night
of explosive beauty
left the emotional belly
growling, as if
something in the
humid air went
missing
I saw her crying
in the alcove
of a closed store
off Bienville Street
She wore a red dress
and her entire being shook
as she burrowed
her face in the phone
crouched on the
edge of the curb
as if sorrow had
eaten her body,
and collapsed ...
felt like an
empty stomach
after Halloween
so much darkness
after a night
of explosive beauty
left the emotional belly
growling, as if
something in the
humid air went
missing
I saw her crying
in the alcove
of a closed store
off Bienville Street
She wore a red dress
and her entire being shook
as she burrowed
her face in the phone
crouched on the
edge of the curb
as if sorrow had
eaten her body,
and collapsed ...
#beauty
#sadness
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f**king you(r day up) against that wall
I keep trying
to focus on my journal,
and my meal,
and the ambiance of it all
but
goddamn
I want
to shove you against
the wall and
bite your
lower lip
when you
exhale into me
my hand tremors
signing the check
as an image
of your inner thigh
against my soft cheek
rips reason
into cardboard confetti
I hide behind oversized
sunglasses and
figure I’ll shoot some
mixed messages at you
and die inside when you
don’t have a descrambler...
to focus on my journal,
and my meal,
and the ambiance of it all
but
goddamn
I want
to shove you against
the wall and
bite your
lower lip
when you
exhale into me
my hand tremors
signing the check
as an image
of your inner thigh
against my soft cheek
rips reason
into cardboard confetti
I hide behind oversized
sunglasses and
figure I’ll shoot some
mixed messages at you
and die inside when you
don’t have a descrambler...
#dreams
#lust
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The Tongue of Angry Bones - with adagio
#dark
#collaboration
#erotic
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under stained glass - with Indie
Can you feel my hand
pressed against this stained glass pane
waiting for sunshine
All of these sepia rainbows
will fill with technicolour
But today is blue
with pearlescent undertones
reflecting the glass
shards of you still seep through it
I can feel your radiance
A new dawn rising
like the first breath after midnight
everything comes alive again
Your breath, my breath; sanctuary
glass cracking with your heartbeat
Shattered, I...
pressed against this stained glass pane
waiting for sunshine
All of these sepia rainbows
will fill with technicolour
But today is blue
with pearlescent undertones
reflecting the glass
shards of you still seep through it
I can feel your radiance
A new dawn rising
like the first breath after midnight
everything comes alive again
Your breath, my breath; sanctuary
glass cracking with your heartbeat
Shattered, I...
#friendship
#love
#collaboration
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Halloween air in June
My hand breaks the surface and
parts the night-grass
on my grave.
My eyes roll back
as wind kisses my fingertips
and I revel in the taste of
fecund soil in my mouth.
The ground undulates
as if the very earth
were gravid
with me
something happened.
and I tear through the
universe’s placenta
with my dirty nails,
feral and filthy
dusky and filled
with living night,
My chest heaves against
the white linen dress ...
parts the night-grass
on my grave.
My eyes roll back
as wind kisses my fingertips
and I revel in the taste of
fecund soil in my mouth.
The ground undulates
as if the very earth
were gravid
with me
something happened.
and I tear through the
universe’s placenta
with my dirty nails,
feral and filthy
dusky and filled
with living night,
My chest heaves against
the white linen dress ...
#dark
#gothic
#lust #SelfDiscovery
#lust #SelfDiscovery
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In love with a sex toy (Hentai Fantasy ACTIVATED)
#dirty
#erotic
#sex #ThrillSeeking
#sex #ThrillSeeking
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Thoughts from a front porch
The night is humid
and it bothers me
that I smile
every time
I see your name
on my phone
I’m drinking black coffee
way too late
and I’m sure
I’ll bitch about
insomnia in the morning
But my rabid mind
races faster than
my dirty feet
and I can’t catch my
thoughts before they leave
How the fuck did my feet
get so dirty?
Mosquitos the size
of my karma fizzle around
the night
and I
wonder what
flavor of ice cream
you like
...
and it bothers me
that I smile
every time
I see your name
on my phone
I’m drinking black coffee
way too late
and I’m sure
I’ll bitch about
insomnia in the morning
But my rabid mind
races faster than
my dirty feet
and I can’t catch my
thoughts before they leave
How the fuck did my feet
get so dirty?
Mosquitos the size
of my karma fizzle around
the night
and I
wonder what
flavor of ice cream
you like
...
#romantic
#SelfReflection
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Epistle to a bunch of c**ts
#anger
#hate
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A soft shift in perspective
I'm too broken
to feel much
right now,
and asking if you'd take
a rain check seems
really weird
even for me.
I barely like myself enough
to smile with my eyes
when I see you
(but I do)
I'll walk with you
a while,
though
right now,
if you'd have me along
the cacophony of boots crunching
through leaf litter
on a perfect summer day
a tandem song
in our minds
and the way
a soulful voice...
to feel much
right now,
and asking if you'd take
a rain check seems
really weird
even for me.
I barely like myself enough
to smile with my eyes
when I see you
(but I do)
I'll walk with you
a while,
though
right now,
if you'd have me along
the cacophony of boots crunching
through leaf litter
on a perfect summer day
a tandem song
in our minds
and the way
a soulful voice...
#friendship
#romantic
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Gratitude
The coffee threatens
to jump from the
oversized mug
that my trembling
hands struggle
to negotiate.
you put a blanket
over my shoulders
and sit next to me
and we stare without words
at some dreamscape,
like a forlorn shore
or an autumn forest in a
Carolina park,
I sigh heavily
and you nod
in my peripheral vision
and we get it.
soft breezes
move my hair
just enough
to make it tickle ...
to jump from the
oversized mug
that my trembling
hands struggle
to negotiate.
you put a blanket
over my shoulders
and sit next to me
and we stare without words
at some dreamscape,
like a forlorn shore
or an autumn forest in a
Carolina park,
I sigh heavily
and you nod
in my peripheral vision
and we get it.
soft breezes
move my hair
just enough
to make it tickle ...
#friendship
#healing
#love #support
#love #support
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