Flourish

January 29, 2017Vonita 2 Comments

With a flourish of his well-manicured hand and surrounded by the faces of his well-appointed legions of support, he made decisions regarding the wombs of millions of impoverished women, who every day are at the mercy of their birth circumstances, not having the physical power to resist or shout NO when they have not been granted their right, and when he went to sleep at night, drunk with power, he congratulated himself on a job well done.

Executive Orders

January 29, 2017Vonita 7 Comments

Flourish of a pen

Fresh ink dries on crisp paper –

Worlds are torn apart

Stay Away

January 28, 2017January 28, 2017Vonita Leave a comment

Even if I crawl on my knees

Beg with an outstretched hand

Even if I am overcome with raging desire

Surrounded with butterflies from

My head down to my toes

Please, I plead of you

In my temptation

Overpowered –

Please!

Stay away from

Ghost Butterflies

January 27, 2017January 27, 2017Vonita 2 Comments

I tripped over all the butterflies fluttering within and without and as soft as they were, I wished them away, you and I are no more, and I love all that you were and all that you meant and all the passion and anticipation and touch and it is time. I wave them all, I wave all those ghost butterflies away.

Sweet Delicious You

January 27, 2017Vonita 1 Comment

If I never see you again

If I never hear your voice

If I never lose myself in your eyes

I will never forget –

Ever forget

The catch of my breath

Fluttery butterflies

Racing heart –

A melting of myself

Into sweet delicious

You

Beating Heart

January 27, 2017Vonita 2 Comments

I take a moment

To feel the life within

I embrace the magic

Of a rhythmic beating heart

The music plays

My soul is stirred

And I surround myself

With love

Unexplained

January 27, 2017January 27, 2017Vonita 6 Comments

Relaxing on the bus, listening to music, feeling happy, content because Friday, when suddenly he pops up in my view, and before I know it and can even stop it

Butterflies

Why can I not let go?

January 23, 2017Vonita 15 Comments

Question of the ages.

Because the smile is so flashy white.

Because the light shining, when it shines, is so dazzling bright that everything else pales in comparison.

So I hold out for those moments. Those brief periods of payoff when everything else is forgotten.

And then the tears. With the brutal dismissal. And would there be care or empathy or kindness? No. The light is off, and it may or may not be switched on again. Whenever. It is not about me.

And so the world revolves around the narc. Planet Narc. You either like it or you don’t.