self portrait
a body of water,
a basin of gold,
a squishy mold of jello, or a trash bag of pulp
like an orange juice for breakfast,
sweet soul, fat like butter wine
sweet licks of reasonableness as a woman wills her way
sweet aroma of lady love, a bed of clovers
sweet songs of lip cream
and peace-flavored fruits,
pound cake, lemon icing
green grass, blonde hair
right down to the roots!
a thousand instrumental angels
couldn’t sing you the blues
as
He crawls to me,
i let slip the resistance
yet still reminded of,
should i go or should I stay?
a new alignment must decide
if i can really fight or
if im just spineless
a body of water,
a basin of gold,
a squishy mold of jello, or a trash bag of pulp
like an orange juice for breakfast,
sweet soul, fat like butter wine
sweet licks of reasonableness as a woman wills her way
sweet aroma of lady love, a bed of clovers
sweet songs of lip cream
and peace-flavored fruits,
pound cake, lemon icing
green grass, blonde hair
right down to the roots!
a thousand instrumental angels
couldn’t sing you the blues
bruised up by the neck,
i let the animal bite
are you a s n a k e or a worm?
the prey pays the price
dug up fossils ignite facts
ground up to fuel
stove flames
chop and grind
chop and grind
chop and grind
sweet bones become sticks that drip fleshy oil
sticks become coffins as we cough up the phlegm of yesterday
the splice we made, became dinner
are you hungry?
a body of glitter,
a basin of silver,
a pink-lined quiver coupled with an insecure zipper
like cereal for breakfast,
dry without milk
dry conditions raise suspicion as a man carves his cave
dried eyes crusted, quick, angry, dead
dry sleep, quench me! quench me Darling, quench me!
i’m drowning in thirst!
can’t finish my sentence, at a loss for words!
a thousand instrumental angels!
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Gina Carmela Trott is a multi-media artist, actress, and vocal performer. She strives to uplift those around her, entertain strangers, and share with the world her love for life and universal understanding.