Black Ink Howl
Venting the Orwellian Hand Maid's Tale Psychotic of the current American Dream
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
The B(itch) of Beige ~ Sarcasm Intended
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
Squabble of Thumping Cackle
Thursday, June 27, 2024
Paper Doll Child
Monday, June 17, 2024
Why Can't I Just be Feral
Monday, June 10, 2024
The Dark Mess of Hoping
the chilly calm where words
hang in icicle spikes waiting
on faith to perform a ceremony of trust
you are what your kiss spoke on my lips.
Fragile stalks me as if I should accept
its curse, become a fainting, messy chapter
in a romance novel I would cringe at reading.
I am more attuned to dark magic than
a simpering, palpitating heart weak
wish for a golden wand to slap you
into what I want you to feel for me.
This sleeping bus of weirdest emotions
is the silly, severe heart crashing I’ve
never imagined I’d be trapped in.
Stop laughing at me as if I were a guppy
swimming in a fish tank waiting for attention
(even though I am), and tell me whether
the fruit of this moment will bring blessing
or rot on my memory until I grow nothing but bitter.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Word Garden Word List ~ Night Road
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Blueberry Skin or Claw
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
When Doves Join Foxes
On the skeleton box car of bones and screams
the damned rattle the bars while
the wealthy dance their extravagance
along the tracks of hell.
Bloated on gold and blind to suffering
their pittance of charity doesn’t go as far
as their red leather shoe soles chasing recognition.
It doesn’t matter where I travel through history
the same is the same – The poor suffer
while the moneyed own the key to the wallet.
When doves join foxes and creatures chase light,
the grave bell no longer scares the bleeding.
Climbing stairs that only go down I carry a sword
with names of the who’s who of no longer should be.
A slice through a chain, a song of revolution
emboldens the desolate to seek retribution.
In the fire without smoke I watch the meek become bold.
There’s nothing fiercer than nothing left to lose.
I’m no superhero, no goddess demanding praise,
just a woman who wants to remove the rails
from the track so history can’t carry its malevolence
into the future.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Shay's Word Garden ~ Life After Life