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July 1, 2022
Happy New Year!
I cheer
And sip a beer
Royal Queen
In a purple gown
I Dream
And Drown
In love
With myself
It feels like today
Is the day
When everything will
Change
After 30 days
Of Rainbow colors
Costumes, and friends
30 days
Swallowing a pain so bitter
And coughing up glitter
30 days
Snapping a picture
Writing a caption
“Vote Desmina De Vil”
The fierce Manic Drag Queen
“Vote Papá Chihuahua”
The depressed Trickster King
“Vote Nina”
The girl, the boy
Heartbroken and homeless
But enamored by the joy
Chasing dreams
Of winning the game
Of reigning
A Kingdom
Of light
A Kingdom
Where love balances
The dark night
A Kingdom
Where the shadows
The Spritely Spirits
Dance and Scream
Love and Sing
Laugh and Be
Free
Breathe
Into a glowing golden
Light
In their heart
Until it grows
And grows
Engulfs the whole
World
In Wild Wonder
And Magic
11:59 pm
July 1, 2022
At another drag show
In San Francisco
Yesternight’s lipstick
Smeared and still bright
Too lazy to dress
Campy or Classy
Body covered in
Baggy sweats
Cruella hair
Hidden in a cow scarf
From the thrift store
No attention today
Please
No glitter
Just Marijuana
To numb the pain
It’s a miracle
I dragged myself out of bed
But I had to see a new friend
The King Lotus Boy
And the Dreamers
Of the Night
“I hate you”
I think to myself
The rocky self-love
Of last month, last moment
Fleeting
Dying
Burning
"Dreamers never die”
The icon sings
I wake up
In a new Dream
Born again
Alive, I become
Huitzilopochtli
The Humminghood
Ready to fly
Ready to fight
Fierce warrior
Ready to Die
Sacrifice my life
To the sword
Of fame
Wake up
In a rainbow glitter
Dream again
<3 Nina
At the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly3 days ago in Horror
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