This morning I did something I have never done before - while the children were bickering and the telephone was ringing and the television blaring - I snuck off to the powder room and quietly closed the door and then I slid down to the floor then with my elbows on my knees and my... Continue Reading →


Who am I? It depends,  I suppose,  in which context you ask as to my answers,  but, in general: I am a human female, but resent the human part. It's an unnecessary affirmation that pokes at a sore spot, frankly. I still have most of my original parts, though my requests for harvesting certain organs... Continue Reading →

All that you see is a hard shell The veneer is a result of my time, Trapped in the Hellmouth's yaw It's like rock, baby, unbreakable Maybe you think I'm some snarcastic schnook With an IDGAF attitude and a sarcastic left hook; you're not wrong Hey, I'm strong but smell ain't everything, not made of... Continue Reading →

You keep saying that I don't talk nor do I express myself,  well ask yourself why that could be let's see you utilise that brain for more than sexual function or romantic fantasy ask yourself again why I don't scream from rooftops from soul balconies what's locked inside of me; the way I love or hate... Continue Reading →

Don't be too kind to me. I'm only human and like it or not There's still a heart ticking away In here. Worse yet, it feels things and I'm tired. Stupid thing, it still wants to believe that maybe words aren't all doggerel and dirges secrets and lies and wooful design. so, please, don't be... Continue Reading →

Punches leave stains. people call them bruises but stains is more accurate. words leave stains, too. they hunch shoulders and they burn in your chest, and they mar your view of yourself until all you see is ugly. they scar your body in ways that no one else can see. some stains can be removed... Continue Reading →

Fearsome. You are fearsome, lady, from those eyes that hide some kind of beautiful brain that coincides perfectly with the savage monster you hide inside oh I pretend that I don't notice or care but I do and I want to not be like all the others but baby, you're killing me here It isn't... Continue Reading →

The voice in my head is incessantly whining at me;  Don't start.  Stop Crying.  Big girls don't cry.  You're stronger than this. Gods, shut up already.  I'm not stronger than this, not remotely.  Perhaps once upon a time,  when I could breathe and move without scrutiny and suspicion, and without resignation, maybe then,  I was stronger.  Now,... Continue Reading →

Watching this election from my post has me concerned on so many levels. It's like watching a bad beauty pageant through a slot in the panic room door, and wondering which of the candidates is going to trip and explode. Bad whether the enforced steel doors are strong enough to withstand the blast. Someone likened... Continue Reading →

I didn’t mean to kill her. They, they were paintings on the wall, just collateral damage; She, Folie, with those bottle green eyes, I meant to kill her and with intent. It wasn’t intentional, more like a premeditated mistake - an unplanned surgical strike. She begged for rebellion and Folie followed the shadows With her unflappably bright... Continue Reading →

There she sits, this Goddess in a Marley t-shirt and plain black panties The way the shirt is plastered to her small frame it accentuates those perfect breasts the chill in the room as plain as the nipples poking through the thin fabric Supple, slim, my hands itch to touch The smooth porcelain of her... Continue Reading →

I didn't come wrapped in a bow or pretty paper, instead I came home a raving silent mess full of anxiety and nightmares fresh from Hell.  My wife said I was a gift, then, and said I should have died there at the end of our life together.  She was right.  I know I killed my... Continue Reading →

as Eveline Hood Have you ever wondered what fear tastes like?  Like afraid for your life because this time it might be the end of it kind of fear?  If not, count yourself among the lucky ones.  To me, fear tastes like metal; like I've been sucking on a penny for too many hours.  Coppery.... Continue Reading →

A thought: In my opinion The work we do as independent artists of all types is a labour of love and not easy work at times.  We do our level best to put out a decent product,  given our own resource availability. It isn't always simple or smooth. So when someone picks apart another's work, as... Continue Reading →

Someone told me that happiness will never be found at the bottom of any bottle, that only numbness and tears lived there and I believed him until I discovered that numbness has its merits and that tequila and tears make a fine mixture in which to drown in ©MelanieMcCurdie

I took out a pen and paper With intentions of screaming on mute Through the vacant scribbles on a page But I found that I had no words to write I couldn't make the ink come alive When I had nothing on tap to draw from A dead pump won't produce water No matter how... Continue Reading →

4:30 am. I'm awake and staring out the window at the snow, wishing I was asleep and not witnessing horror. But instead I am, and so are the deer busily scampering, their hooves a clip clop of wood on wood against the asphalt.  It's cold and my smoke is dwindling, but I stay anyway with... Continue Reading →

It's the Opiate of the masses. Opinion seems to act as some sort of aphrodisiac, and media, Media provides the soundtrack to the insanity. It all makes us believe that if we Kiss the ring on the hand of some pauper prince If we commit ourselves to the real daemon by believing in the falsehoodery... Continue Reading →

Someone asked me what I feel, And to my own fault I responded The only way that I know how. Only Haywire live wire seemed apt. It makes no sense, perhaps, To anyone but me But that's what it feels like. It's as though my bones have been replaced And the new ones simply vibrate... Continue Reading →

I despise Reaper, currently That motherfucker is off Polishing his bone or playing Peeping Grim through some portal The perv. Hey!! BONEDADDY! Think you could stop rubbing one out And do your damned job? For once? Instead of dicking about? ©MelanieMcCurdie

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