frankenstein’s monster

franken baby monster me abandoned by my creator ridiculed…abused… i thought my soul was calloused over that she could do no more to hurt me i guess a mother’s love or lack thereof is something you never grow too old to find injury in.   © quixotic mama 2018 find more of my art &…

worst

you can’t hurt me i will hurt myself first i will hurt myself worst you can’t degrade me i will push myself into the mud i will mock myself i will revel in my own pain you can’t destroy me that is what i do best.   © quixotic mama 2018 find more of my…

succubus

i’m so tired of these feelings of desperation these terrible needs for connection what is real? what is longing? & what is just a big chasm something intrinsically wrong with me? a hole in me a black succubus of love any warm body will do.   © quixotic mama 2018 for more of my art…

no wonder

i still wonder but i no longer hope but that’s not true i always hope but i have no faith or do i have faith but i just don’t believe? i look for truth i look for authenticity but it seems i find nothing a world full of nothing people full of nothing & then…

curses

say it in anger say it in frustration in sadness & sorrow say it in exasperation in amazement & awe say it for effect for emphasis say it to make yourself laugh for levity for celebration for kinship say it just to say it… (i for one am glad to live in an era when…

out of desperation

i had a dream which spoke to me dream me said to dream you we did not come together out of desire… but out of desperation i had had so so many relationships you had had none at all locking yourself away from everyone both of us desperate for love desperate to be loved you…

without you

a small town a bitter & cruel town a most unwelcoming town is my hometown every day i pause i listen everything is a sign that you & i are still aligned every song every fucking song a black sheep a pariah you were the only time i belonged you were the only time i…