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Where were my pert and perky breasts?

The phone rang and I said…

Endless hot cuppas in bone china, steaming…

I realised that I am the only person who can make me happy. I am responsible for my own happiness, my own respect, my own appreciation.

He wouldn’t look at me, kept writing secretively in his little book of strange words and sentences. I craned my head over the desk to see what he was writing

"But you’re OLD!" said my youngest in absolute disbelief. "Old women don’t have babies!" She spluttered. "I’m the baby!"

"But it might be IMPORTANT!" he said with the note of panic escalating. I could almost see the capitalisation in his voice and I smirked as I took another mouthful of hot, fragrant tea.

I could hear the nurses muttering behind me. Fuck! Why did everyone in my life have to mutter!

Theres no fool like an old fool…

I feel the cold clumps
of grave dirt stick to my trembling hand
too scared to drop it gently
on your still body
I pause
and the world stops
and the memories start
and the pain

oh god!…

A sly tongued fat man
with skin of coffee
cybersexed me

I don’t want to live
but I’m so afraid of dying, too

have heard this argument so many times that I grow sick and tired of it.

Head Up!
Stand Tall!
I will cross this bridge!
I Will Not Fall!

With honour and love
I thank you
My Goddess.

To care requires us to keep our heart open.

softly it caressed my inner thighs

It was all my fault
I was stuck and sticky

A thousand paper cuts in snow blown wind seems like balm to my ravaged heart.