A Bitter Taste
I’m sitting there thinking when reality slaps me in the face. I’m really in a lesbian bar. My eyes stared out into the opened air. I always anything but flattered. All my thoughts were married to the lesbian bar that night. I heard wedding bells going off inside my head. My thoughts had been taken captive by Sodom and Gomorrah. I had waiting my whole life to meet the emblem of my dreams. I became inflamed in ecstasy towards females. A voice inside my head spoke, “Are you ready to put a ring around the bars of lesbianism?” This was going to be my big night marrying the women of my fantasy.
The Forbidden Fruit
I just want to acknowledge the men that were in my life during the eve of endless destruction. Words cannot express the thoughts that enter my mind, that you five were a cherished gift from The Most High. I was so blessed to have five awesome men that were willing to stand by me under an umbrella of pain and suffering. Your thoughtfulness and tenderness surrounded my soul with love that was so conclusive, that the tears are burning my pillow.
The Forbidden Fruit
O “Mercy Mercy me” I was a teenage girl when I born you into this evil, crooked world. I had no idea my life was going to be all shook up, by a ball of confusion. I worshipped chaos and the wild darkness of addiction and lust, that thrust me to dust, since you were five years old.
Fee you are a special scar beyond the rough rock, of one wild song. The scent of dried roses and silent grief had you chasing death from malignant sadness. You were dying to be free from a silent grief of suicidal thoughts. But you were in too deep with your thinking, catching fire, like the last falling leaves, on the edge of time. Your troubled mind was ripped from the headlines of shattered glass with a mirage of feelings, that cuts like a knife. Those shallow grave images touched the surface of your fractured mind, until it was torn away by an unforgivable death.