First Painful Memory

Fingernails down my spine
I was only nine
Standing in line
For a game of limbo at the skating rink
I’m on the brink

Eyes brimming with tears

That barbaric, beastly bitch
Somebody get her OFF of me!
Can’t they see
the blood on my shirt?

I run home
Her giggles screeching through my molecules
Hoping when I find my safe haven
Mommy will help me.

Mommy’s drunk tonight
And a whole new set of fingernails
tear at my will to
Keep going.

Single White Female

Single white female
Looking for a man whose dreams she can be the girl of.

Looking for her heart to skip beats
1st and 3rd in a 4/4 time signature.

Looking for a man to be the bass to her treble clef.
The rhythm to her melody.

Looking for that feeling that makes her legs give out so hard they cease to exist.

Looking for passion so dark and stormy the glass shatters while rain licks the blood from her skin, gasping for air, silent, steady, primal drums pounding.

Looking for a mind matching her own, step for step, blow for blow, a thinker, an intellectual. A poet, maybe, or maybe just another cynic to spit acid at the unthinking majority; one of her favorite pass-times.

Looking for feeling again, feeling anything, trying to push away the hard shell and expose the raw tissue beneath.

Single white female
Looking for more than just a good time.