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”
I want a life filled with lemon drops and golden sunsets. Where melancholy meets serendipity out in the peach orchard of satisfaction and chance. Tell me there is more than the tranquil hues of passive leaves, I want to see persisting sunflowers bloom from seedlings buried too deeply. Fill my life with daffodils and bumblebees,Continue reading “Choosing Happiness by Elle Vue”
If I had the opportunity to kiss you again I would say, “No, I can’t. My love for you was a hollow scream and I do not have a hollow soul. My mesh t-shirt was meant to show you my bleeding heart, not satiate the luring consumption you desired. I didn’t know any betterContinue reading “Siren Call by Elle Vue”
In my bitter sixteens I tasted like sweet, succulent blackberries. As dark as I presented myself, my skin oozed red sap onto anyone with lingering touches and my leaves unwillingly engulfed the entirety of the world around me. At eighteen, I felt elevated and acidic, like luscious red raspberries. I wanted to beContinue reading “I Am Fermenting by Elle Vue”