Let Them Eat Cake

Stale hands and shakey knees
There are too many wars. and not enough prizes
Sliced red velvet, worth its weight
In gold and I have no appetite
Lately I walk around
Broken chairs for legs
Domesticated plants choke out my throat
The view from here is beautiful
Of the alleyway
That is where my heart once was

Lately I pretend as if I know
How to do impressions of myself
I don't even know how I breathe
With all of these knives and magnets

I never asked to be so mannequin
I never asked to be hollowed out
Or bashed in
I am last year's pumpkin
Smiling empty, burning inside
Twisting into the wrong side of a nightmare

Robotic and delicate, vogue
Pose, open mouth sexy as hell
Freeze frame roadkill
If you had to choose
Oregon Denver Brooklyn
Breathing underwater taking in the fifty degrees
Of salt and octopus tears
The bump in the night that frightens is not monstrous
But is the everyday
The desire to break mirrors, to write letters
To burn all of the books,
And let them eat steak

Concerning Strangers

Hair like autumn leaves
The sanctity of clean slates
Whiskey'd Lamictal

Sinewy plaid grass
Carnivalesque future-space
Daydream at midnight

I'll Stop Wearing Black When They Make a Darker Color

I see a red dress and I want to paint it black. I don't know what it is. Everything is better black. Coffee. Cats. Presidents. I don't know what black says. I think black says a lot about nighttime. Simultaneously, I think black is tight-lipped silence, and doesn't actually make very much conversation at all. I like to wear all black and pretend I'm a bank robber, or anyone else threatening. Black is bad-ass, yet feline and feminine all at the same time.

Black makes me hot

and so I think its really best to stick to sheers and chiffons this time of year. This sheer black maxiskirt from American Apparel is perfect for looking hot and babely while keeping cool when your day involves sweating in Hell, like mine so often does. They also carry the skirt in about two hundred million (give or take) other colors and prints.

Shopping info & links;

Ballet leotard: Capezio http://www.capezio.com/?gclid=CMru-PeM7LcCFQ3l7AodrBYAOQ

Sheer maxiskirt: American Apparel http://store.americanapparel.net/

Suede peep-toe wedges: Steve Madden http://www.stevemadden.com/?omid=psgg&mkwid=sT1CU3NBQ&pcrid=20780079893&pdv=c&gclid=CP3jpa2N7LcCFe3m7Aod4hMAcQ

Slips

Intellectual
Mental love, darkness of mind
The most fun you'll have

Sticks and Stones

I was always that creepy kid who was way into The Nightmare Before Christmas and wished she had jet black hair. (In retrospect, thank God my mom never allowed me to dye it.) I was jealous of Rose McGowan when Rose McGowan got to date Marilyn Manson. These days, I couldn't be happier that skeletons and bones are totally a thing now. It's best not to pout when something you've always loved becomes a trend-it only means its going to be easier to find. Skeleton leggings are readily available now for those of us so inclined. As always there are going to be many different brands and stores scrambling and copycatting and capitalizing, but that's to be expected. Cool clothes are cool clothes, no matter where you found them or how much they cost ya.

My leggings: The Walking Tall leggings by See You Monday on MissKL.com
http://www.karmaloop.com/Browse.htm#VendorId=4499

For sweet leggings that won't break the bank, try http://www.loveculture.com/
For rich girls who need a nylon fix, http://blackmilkclothing.com/

Tank top: Forever 21, Heels: Steve Madden

The Book of Job

Peter Pan in a little black dress
I thought I could play with lost boys
And dazzling, half-naked mean mermaids
Forever, but downtown isn't Never Never Land
Of the free and home of the
Whiskey-bent and Hell-bound

So I traded the carnival and the rockstar carousel
For a breath of fresh hospital air
And my sanity, and some medicine
That makes me sick but makes me better
As far as being a person goes

Bile-yellow post-it notes sticky reminders
Come and go and this is just
An ekphrastic to a photograph of myself taken
Shortly after crying, wearing red lipstick
And everything was just so
And everyone wanted me and I just wanted
Someone to talk to

So I threw up all winter
And found solace in silence
And kept my thoughts and my hands to myself
For as long as I could bear
This cross that I never fucking asked for

Some days I am ready to die
And see what I come back as
I would love to be a dandelion
Or a thorny rose, or gecko
So adept at running away,
Or at least blending in