Choking On Baby Food

Choking On Baby Food

Floating

the start of my existence

sleeping

seventy percent of my beginning

Hitting the air

still buoying

Wasn’t I supposed to be awake for this

rose petals and hand guns

all the textures and noise

Juggling and magic and bovine fecal matter

start to simmer my sentience

reason and choices and responsibility

become cards n my deck for the first time

Still

the damage has been done

lack of use has petrified my joy

October 3, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.

Indoctrination

Indoctrination

Walking by a church

Catholic

not the one I attended as a child

Statues

columns

stained glass

pageantry

ceremony within

call to me

Not Jesus

older

more the gods I studied

when I was young

not the one I believed in

when I was young

Not even them

they’re all Greek to me

I feel

belief

pulling me

every bit of flesh

deep in the center of me

Only my mind

keeps me from dancing

around fires

with those old

almost forgotten

deities

October 2, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen 

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Cannot remember where I found images, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.

Cuffed To A Creep

Cuffed To A Creep

He slips the handcuffs off

as if they were made of silk and time

instead of steel

his eyes

wild and sparkling

skin wet and tingling

he gasps the air in desperately

and I think

‘damn magicians’

October 1, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.