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Turquoise TightsBy Paisley Hibou QuailBellMagazine.com It’s Monday Silver shirt Billowing black skirt Always black Her spectrum’s slim, anorexic It’s her mood maybe Owls and stars Today’s Tuesday Turquoise tights Tattered ones Holes allow a peek of her flesh White legs Cadaverous almost But she’s not dead Just distanced, isolated Welcome Wednesday Chocolate chemise Leather boots with glitter laces She used nail polish so they’d shine Because she never has and something needs to in her life Then Thursday With cat eyes smeared purple Purple’s her color In between blue and red Between weak and strong That’s what she is She thinks She’s not sure She never is Hey, Friday now A leather jacket Studs here and there The metal kind Her face is reflected to the world Just her face, though Everything else is chambered She likes it that way It’s better she says Secrets are better Black is better The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Lonely LucilleBy Christine Stoddard Starring Nina Starfish QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
StarsBy Luna Lark QuailBellMagazine.com Do the stars feel pain fed by neglect from their mother? I wonder. Do they live a life of masquerade showing sequined eyes to conceal their sorrow? If that is so why do they twinkle merrily like the gay wren’s song? Do the stars feel pain fed by neglect from their mother? I wonder. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Joe By Laetitia Butyn QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
EchidnaBy Starling Root QuailBellMagazine.com The sun bled And the sea turned red The silence was shattered by song Beneath the depths of the sea Echidna held the key To entice love-starved sailors to their death She strummed her conch shell harp And lured them with her tail of a carp Basking on an island of rocks “Land ho!” they’d shout And then end their search for trout Eager to visit the ravishing maid She’d bid them a final farewell And they’d meet an Oceanic Hell Never to reach the shore again The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Night of the Vampire By Alê Camargo QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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A Good Wife By W. Scott Forbes QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
I AmBy Paisley Hibou QuailBellMagazine.com I am demure and fragile I wonder why the loon leads a solitary life hiding in the depths of the desolate lake doomed to a life of despondency I hear his melancholy crooning stabbing the still air how it bleeds! I see his battered body wounded by the beasts that plague this world I want to heal his shattered heart and stroke him gently I am demure and fragile I pretend I am bold and invincible I feel the butterflies fluttering I camouflage them but they still remain I touch them trying to crush their frail parts- yearning that they’ll wither away I worry that they are immortal I cry because of my timid nature I am demure and fragile I understand the loon is too weak to slay the insects parasitic are they I say that an attempt- no matter how futile- is better than not trying at all I dream that all that glitters truly is gold and not just dust swirling in the breeze I’ve been deceived too many times, already I feel the loon’s pain Maybe I’m wrong now once again Perhaps evil does thrive here as innocence’s close friend I am demure and fragile The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Fairy Fay By Travis Stevens QuailBellMagazine.com |