Author: Teresa

Not long now;

I can almost smell the smell

of turning,

Autumn soon

my sweet, little baby autumn

so welcome to rest

upon my breast.

I was almost extinguished

by your disgust

so I washed

blankets

pillow cases

sheets

clothes

my head

and my toes

and turned around for a second

until I was almost extinguished

once more

by your disgust

so again I washed

blankets

pillow cases

sheets

clothes

my head

and my toes

Then I vomited

until my stomach and tear ducts

were cleared

and I was extinguished

finally

by my own disgust.

Hello water

Little ripples

Gentle tickles

On splashy splash toes

And plunk!

A pike!

Beneath fluttering flight

Of red wing black bird

Weave in and out of cloudy frow

Breaking in gentle rhythm

And

Disperse

Revealing little beams of dinner 

time 

In Setting sun

And almost day is done

Closer now

Hurry in and peep peep

To gentle sleep

The boogy man stole some of my coffee

And it was a nice cuppa too

I wanted the first sip, at least,

While it was still hot

And I could trace the steam curling

Up, up, over the top of the mug

Who knew he even liked java

The boogy man he

Who snatches other things, I presume

Could have had anything in the room

But you know

Coffee is divine.

I want none of it anymore

sand between toes

a wrinkle in my nose

snuff it out please

for I am not one or two

with anything

I am made of shards of dust

of fallen particle

or leftover bits and bobs

unsuited for the ordinary

I want none of it anymore

the it that is I

that is me

that is scraped together to give shape

to a hopeless shifter

a guilty drifter

I want none of it anymore

as the “none”

is me

and me is unfit to step or speak

where other lives crawl

I want none of it anymore

that carless laughter

that sleepy smile after

a long awaited delight

cut short  always

by rippling fright.

I want a new life

so that maybe I can have a soul

implanted in me this time

failure is me right now

the only me I know

self nauseous self.

I hate mirrors

they remind you of how ugly you are

but I don’t see a reflection when I look in the mirror

you need a soul for that

so maybe I can just be a vampire.