I despise the word desperate
Yet the scrabbly, bitey thoughts
Those that rattle
like rats in a rucksack
Offer no other bon mot in place
Unfortunately, desperation aside,
I’m afraid and dumbstruck,
The daemon stole my tongue –
so easily stolen – but …
~must you make me twitch ye perpetual devil?~
I’m trying to be serious so listen!
*ajuster ma couronne*
You’ve been like glue and I love you
What’s more, I’m astonished…
For Sanity’s Sake
Would you please stop grinning
You mean old thing!
Playing peekaboo on the mirror’s edge
I still win.
You’re not getting a medal, you know,
For your torturous truth bombs
Perhaps, on further consideration, a Purple Heart
For braving teeth and tears,
Unflinchingly. Without judgement.