Shahrazad
I’ve tales to tell
or at least
I had
until stupidity and laziness smothered them
and yet
they still try to peek through
like stars on a cloudy night…
the thief of the gross out…
the plague grown fat on death…
young woman devoured by her menstrual blood…
morphing into her hate…
fisher of men’s souls, consumer of children’s minds, enslaver of adults’ lives…
the freaks’ outcasts…
progeny of a monster who kills monsters…
out of someone else’s bullshit I grew my life…
I have seen the light and it is black…
what if crazy is all I have left…
beautiful wreck…
…all those stories
I’m going to unbury those stories
throw them into my grave
and use them to climb out
September 20, 2013
Tressa Lee Breen
author reading poem
