tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558343510070150312009-02-21T03:12:40.719-08:00mine nowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917305770350516805noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855834351007015031.post-29139394775922732132008-12-08T10:15:00.000-08:002008-12-08T10:16:06.318-08:00“I’m strong,” she writes.<br /><br />“I’m Helen Reddy on steroids,<br />and this lion roaring off my skin? <br /><br />It’s got muscle.<br /><br />It’s toned and tanned and acerbically<br />aerobicized, and yeah…<br /><br />Leo’s cut.<br /><br />I’m cutting,<br />and sharp,<br />and biting,<br />caustically inviting,<br />lying…<br /><br />Low in the grass,<br />lurking,<br />loitering,<br />inventing prey.<br /><br />That one?<br /><br />Easily picked off.<br /><br />Spinning class<br />out my ass,<br />forgetting my past<br />is easy,<br /><br />when I can taste blood.”<br /><br />“I’m strong,” she tells herself again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855834351007015031-2913939477592273213?l=exponentiallyacerbic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mine nowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917305770350516805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855834351007015031.post-64283581315175429282008-10-23T10:09:00.000-07:002008-10-23T10:10:05.776-07:00Somedays, the mirror-mirror tells a lie<br />Hiding all of the scars that lay inside<br />Each scored and etched behind her cold dull eye<br />Remembrances of cheapened, un-earned pride<br />Revealing nothing more than false veneer<br />It casts the vampire’s shadow on the page<br />Exhibits in an outward fit of fear<br /><br />Its own grotesque and badly hidden rage<br />Safe in the shelter of the alcove’s niche<br /><br />A bitter refuge lair, nevertheless<br /><br />Let no-one please unveil this grim pastiche<br />If only she could lighten her distress<br />And even though she kept pressing delete<br />Remember, rhymed acrostics are so sweet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855834351007015031-6428358131517542928?l=exponentiallyacerbic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mine nowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917305770350516805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855834351007015031.post-57582003518342432722008-10-23T09:33:00.000-07:002008-10-23T09:34:40.585-07:00She rules her self-appointed jungle,<br />while a mumbling gaggle of followers<br /> fan her flaming tongue,<br />itself a forked whisperer of vanities.<br /><br />She glows with painted on courage,<br />orange on black, a tainted truth,<br />she purrs at her own petting,<br />wraps herself around her own gloating,<br />never realizing she is queen of the freak show.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855834351007015031-5758200351834243272?l=exponentiallyacerbic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mine nowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917305770350516805noreply@blogger.com2