by Elle Vue Sometimes I feel like Frankenstein’s monster. Steadily observing, learning, and mimicking. Trying to figure out where I went wrong. I read books by some man named Milton trying to decipher heaven from hell and sinners from saints and wondering where the grey area went. If I follow the rules I’m rejectedContinue reading “We’re All Scary in Our Own Way”
I am a flamingo, more resilient standing on one foot than you on two. I am a starburst, delectably sweet and decayer of teeth. I am a rose quartz, captivating but cutting edge. I am a blushing rose, pleasant on the eyes but not if you touch me. I am a grapefruit, sour untilContinue reading “Reclaiming Pink by Elle Vue”
Spilled Merlot on my white, lace Easter dress. Red lips stained on grandmothers antique tea set. Green tomatoes ripened too quickly to fry. Drops of blood landed on my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Rose petals fell off their bushes too early in the spring.
When you drink my sugary honey, remember its origins. Betray me and I will sting your throat, watching it swell until you cannot swallow. My sweet nectar will fill your mouth and drown your barren words. The contemptuous air that once escaped your bloated lungs will be clogged with my ravishing ambrosia. Then youContinue reading “You are No Bee Charmer by Elle Vue”
My teeth are decaying, rotting from the inside out. Years of swallowing bile laced confabulations finally decomposed the nerves within and made me numb to my next glass of gin. Bitter and crude but honest I am, no one deigns to come near my foul speaking breath. In solitude but not alone, I let myContinue reading “Halitosis by Elle Vue”