Image: ( via Magpie Tales ) TheFoxandRaven what i made of her: a pouty lipped wringing wet pre-coital national velvet era box top version of liz taylor i left behind in the attic with her narcoleptic libido and her a&p bags full of half finished coming of age dime store beach trash she a dark secret, a red sash heart murmur, a wicked invention of an adolescent ouija board imagination she now screams blue, dripping wet and seething down my dream halls how DARE I leave! how FUCKED UP to remember! pillow flipping off her midnight power surge i drown her out in buckets of tidal sweat good lord, girlie go the hell to sleep go to hell to sleep Rene ~ 2013