Depends On Who Wears the Zipper

Searchin’ for a pill,

dyin’ from a bottle,

things are lookin’ up

cause a clown’s

servin’ Kool aid.

Cat wants my tongue,

lies want my allegiance,

slippin’ through curves

cause men don’t

like my pretty.

When push comes to shove,

I won’t follow… If I was a man,

I would be less of a bitch. 

©Susie Clevenger 2020

February 2020 ~ Friday 55 Flash Fiction

Baiting Moonlight

There’s more devil in a brooding silver crescent moon

than an unseen underworld that plays its demon drum

to panic my insomnia.

Moonlight writes its play in shadows and I chase whispers

hoping it is a lover’s spell breaking the lock of my melancholy.  

Not every soul can feel poetry nor lips speak its language,

yet I bait night with verses trying to fill empty with words.

I am ink and a murder of crows trying to peck sunlight

into nightmares the moon walks across my eyelids.

Where is love, the heart shaped wishes planted in Luna’s wink?

©Susie Clevenger 2020

Poets and Storytellers Writer's Pantry #7

Written from Skylover's word list:

underworld, colonnade, seethe, crescent, faint,
sunshine, east, brooding foolish, silver