Cherry

Escape Root

Escape Root (22nd January, 2009, 2.25pm) Today is sponsored by overtired SAD and the high squeals of the black-clad birds of prey; I pray on my own time,
Cherry

Memsaab

This story was an entry in the New Writing Season Competition at ABC Tales

The Sinful Bite

A temptation too far!

Five Year Cycle

God, I'm getting soft!

12:15

I should be asleep But I’m running on Overdrive, the dark Not its usual comforter My brain a million miles From my pillows thinking How I never said goodbye To anyone before I left

First Thing

Another ghastly morning Too soon after night. I rise and crack, and creak Sore feet shuffle on the pale Carpet. Gods I have to pee, And doing fills my heart with Harmony.

You'll Be Sorry

Do you remember when you said you loved me And then turned away and lied I remember when you said you cared Then ignored me when I needed you most With all the times you’ve made me cry

Once shone and stood for us all

I like this poet? But for his talk of eternity, His dull wit: A dauntless; unending, misery! I like this poetess? But for her executor gallows, Barrel loaded, vinaigrettes

Epée duel?

A Davy Jones locker With frolicsome hips With submarine, dyglo- Sherbet lemon, lips. Does lazily toreador..? Then mantis—she just; sits. With wide-eyed hardcore Pointing geographic tits!

In life’s last lurch

On this piercing night Striations of light Through squinting eyes Shone liquid bright... In a drunken abyss With a heart transfix... A hunched-up figure Modus Vivendi...

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