Moon Creature

Moon Creature

Solitary

like me…

Alone when I came into being

my Creator screamed when he beheld me

and cast me out

for he

my Father

in his lunatic wisdom

with sewn together grave bits

had forgotten to make me beautiful

You were there

when I crawled over the land

unknowing

what are you

unthinking

what am I

not understanding

I felt

hunger

curiosity

joy

Then those like my Father

taught me

pain

fear

trust

betrayal

and all names

for all things

even you

except me

Always your silver light was there

is there

making my path glow

back to my Father

I’ll beg of him

a boon

Make me a Love

If granted

she and I will live together

happy under your gaze

If not…

As you often hide

I too will take cover

and in the time of my waxing

show my Master's Love

another word I have gleaned

I have learned how to lie

October 8, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 8 prompt: Moon.

Cannot remember where I found first image.

Second image from "Danny Boyle's Frankenstein".

Both images used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.

Silence

Silence

I can’t remember when it came rolling in

maybe it’s been there

always

a security blanket

turned

an iron maiden

that damp feeling

of wet woolen traditions

to the metallic taste

of regurgitated words

on an ancestral tongue

The stench of ignorance

hurts my eyes

but the way is clearing

and I see knowledge

honest and rooted

on my new path

Finally

the familial silence is dissipating

and I begin to hear

like a lark singing in the sunrise

truth

October 7, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by, and image from, OctPoWriMo2014 Day 7 prompt: Silence.

Perfect

Perfect

Growing up in the womb

of someone else’s aborted dream

until the umbilical fills me up

and crowds me out

leaving only the maternal desire

now mine

What I would’ve wanted

tries to seep out

and I scratch scratch scratch it away

I’ll dance on my broken bones

over and over

before I bow

I don’t need to know

who I am

touching it

is all I want

and when I do

I’ll fall right through

for there is nothing

can be nothing

after being

perfect

October 6, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 6 prompt: Perfect.

Image from the movie "Black Swan" (image distorted by me using iPhoto), used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended. 

Curse Me

Curse Me                                                        

Too many opinions

growing this forest

uninformed

desert dry

they steal half truths

dew in the morning

and drink it up

like rainstorms

Care for the oldest oak

becomes unmanageable

too many rings

heavy

deep roots

we are crushed by the load

of our own identities

The tree falls

and no one hears

over the thunder

of wooden words

It’s time to disembark

move on from this familial grove

and if the leaves I rarely see

wish to damn my name

for as long as their wind will blow

they have my blessing

October 5, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Risk

Risk                                                                

I’ve stayed too long

in this dark place

preening in my childhood

sleeping away my youth

while high from a nip here and there

at mediocrity

I break this box open

and get slapped by the sun

this queen’s both alive

and dead

My fur’s on end

haunches up

whiskers razor the air

tail whips my prison to pieces

then I vomit a hairball on it

to expedite its decomp

I start to dry

then shed

claws break

exposing fingers

I split down the back

slip out

stretch up

stand tall

finally human

So done with being a pussy

October 4, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 4 prompt: Risk.

Sweet

Sweet                                                              

Little pumpkin pop

a crooked

jagged smile

bitten into it

cuts a crooked

jagged death

into you

So keep Jack’s lanterns lit

till the moon begins to fall

and all have got their candy

or risk a visit from a sweetie

that will make your blood run sour

October 3, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 3 prompt: Sweet.

Image from the movie "Trick 'r Treat": used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.

Two For One

Two For One                                                 

In the beginning

there were three of us

but we played shark

until

there were two of us

One womb

one bed

two lives

one will

We shared the homework

straight A’s

for a piece of A

We shared lovers

mirror-biased or breeder

and put notches on our handcuffs

One hand

one heart

we’ll cut this life together

rolling over any

who try to silence our whispers

October 1, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 2 prompt: Two. 

First image: book cover, "Whispers" by Dean Koontz.

Second image: movie, "Dead Ringers". 

Third image: movie, "Hellraiser: Bloodline".

All images used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.

Chrysalis

Chrysalis

Tucked in

bound in

the sticky goo of thoughtlessness

I hear the world

and I twitch

Tied in young

swinging

punched one way

then another

my bruises swell

and grow

and I grow

the wounds become talons

fangs

finally

wings

and I stretch

scratch

rip

through

and

out

The world hears me now

and twitches

October 1, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo Day #1 prompt: chrysalis, butterfly, transformation.

Photo: two separate lunchtime doodles combined.