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Tag Archives: Poetry
3 Limericks
Originally posted on July 23, 2009 at 2:40 AM Buttons the Beast There once was a kitten named Buttons who ate everything like a glutton, at first like a mouse, she grew large as a house, and now she eats … Continue reading
My Diversion
My Diversion There’s a corner in my mind where I like to go sometimes. It’s got a rose up on a shelf and a tiny purple elf. He whispers things into my ear, a bit too soft for me to … Continue reading
Self-inflicted
Self-inflicted I sit like Rapunzel, locked in my tower. No one sees my pain. I’ve cut my own hair; neither witch nor prince is to blame. Alone, I look out on the world— a window with no glass frames my … Continue reading