

HungerWhy, oh why, Craving clarion cries is the peanut butter not in the pantry?Hunger
Why, oh why, Tortured tendons tear would I find it in the baking cupboard?
Why, oh why, Brittle bones break do I find my toaster in the garage?
Why, oh why, Delightfully darkening dermis must you bring up the crumbs in the butter?
Why, oh why, Tantalizing tears treat does breakfast present so many troubles?


Alone AgainAn unbearable pain Comes with the rain A terrible shame impossible to tame Staying at home With a musty tome The dog's here to Chewing up my shoeAlone Again


ReassuranceWhat are you doing?Reassurance
Hiding obviously.
Why are you hiding?
Fear.
Fear?
I'm afraid, terrified, of what is to come.
I feel the pit closing as I fall.
Alright.
Do I take a chance with the possibility of escaping the shadow?
Or?
Do I do nothing and ensure my continued
wallowing?
The answer sounds easy.
For most it is


B-Street NightsDays labour taxing Braying morons, lost parcels No hope of escapeB-Street Nights
Freedom! Come, weekends respite Men shout boldly, 'to the bar'
Lonely cougar prowls Desperate driving hunger Drunk frat boys beware
Leopard print? Gaping cleavage? Barkeep. Tequila shots! NOW!
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~Alanna
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