Why

 

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burn

 

Two things:  1. Apparently drunk and relatively happy-ish Mel does not write depressed poetry aaaand 2. I reaallly wanna make a 'bringing in the new year with a bang' joke....but I'm not gonna.  Cuz, uhmm, propriety or some such nonsense? ???  Bonus thing 3. Thank all the gods for spellcheck, cuz #drunkMelisstilldrunk

[muuuuch later edit from sober Mel: un-typoed version below⤵]

•burn•

i'm sinking into this bottle and
feeling like i remember who i am
like the girl i grew to...almost love
finally swallowed up this maudlin woman
who won't get out of my skin
am i, am i burning bridges?
i might be, but the flames are so enthralling
can i blame their beauty?
because i want
i want to set fire to your words
this blistering heat on the tip of my tongue
will you drown me in molten warmth?
i want to bathe in the smouldering ash
engulf me flames,
...please?
i need to trace the lines of soot
as it frames these bodies like
the most delicate heirloom lace
it's the only lingerie i want to wear
remind me, remind me again
why we shouldn't burn?

birthday wishes

When you somehow manage to write things that you aren't really ready to say...

I cried so hard writing this that it's a wonder I didn't short out my tablet. That's like, cathartic, or something, right? I don't know, it just made my head stuff up and my face hurt.  But, I'm pretending really hard, I am, that I still somehow, somewhere have the capacity for hope.  And that maybe someday it'll be something other than just a trigger. So, somebody remind me to update this next year, okay?

•block•

 

The writer is blocked. The writer decides to write about being blocked. The writer's brain does not enjoy having it's hand forced and retaliates. Where do we go from here?

(Honest to gods, I'm fine.  I'm just having a strange week.  Can I blame the continuing proximity to xmas?  I'm going to, regardless of how you answer, FYI.)

*~mystery~*

 A short piece written during a live flash prompt: 10 words (know, the, amontillado, echo, lightning, confusion, mystery*, skin, chamber, which) from Edgar Allen Poe.  I think I might expand on it one at some point..

*aaaand I just realized that when I switched a line at the last minute, I screwed up and deleted one vital word.  Where did it go? Truly it is a MYSTERY🙄😒

christmas tree lights

 

I'm not saying  that all this holiday cheer has made me lose my mind. 

But I'm also not not saying that.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

•merry and bright and hungry•

So, funny story...when my dad died several years back, I was sick as hell. Worst case of flu I had ever had. I couldn't cry. Because if I even got the least little bit teary, I literally couldn't breathe. And with my family, well, gallows humor is definitely not off the table. Were we at one point sitting in the car in the funeral home parking lot cracking jokes about necromancy?  Maybe. And if that did happen has it become a kinda fucked up running Zombie Dad narrative in the years since? Yeah, seems reasonable.

Merry Xmas & Season's Eatings Y'all 😉😈😏

click for bonus spoken word version

 

fear of heights

There's probably a pretty telling metaphor somewhere in here 🤷