those gobs
of greenish muck
that slide off your tongue
in petty,
privileged,
lumps,
make me yearn for
the sight of humiliation and
soupy mutilation
“Stop Talking” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: I got Your Back by Keith P Rein
I’m so tired
of spitting up pinkish chuckles
and periwinkle grins
for the sake of polite
conversation and
I am so tired of
those blunted, whispering pains
just above my belly button-
where acid has swallowed my
parties
and my
friends
and my
life -as it was-
And I’m so tired
of leaving this room and walking out
into a world where there is too much sunlight
because Iamsotired and
I just want
to
rest.
“So Tired” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Tired by Nina Schroeder
She is
glitter-coral nail polish
chipping
like the white on an aging picket fence–
no more lavender ribbons
or dainty satin shoes
to protect
her virgin skin
from the dirt
of the earth.
Just the
picked
and peeled remains
of
what used to be
brand
new
“Little Girl Lost” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
For more information on artwork, click images.
