the carpet writhes underfoot
teeming with the detritus
of a thousand lurking
cocooned selves.
what say you
gritted, behind furred teeth
in the soiled stomp of a footless sock?
do you revel in my eye roll
as befits your snakebelly
stature?
I read the note you left me
scrawled in wet mayhem
\and you giggle as I trip\
you sketch me
a blood lipped evil queen
while you hashtag
#self-destruct
napalm all your bridges.
I hold a flame
‘neath the lemon-juiced shreds
decipher the heartsore longing
hurled in domestic anarchy.
Arisen from the Conflagraton 
While you hashtag
#self-destruct
napalm all your bridges…
Dang, Aurora. I love you ❤
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Thanks so much Kindra!! 💜💙
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You’re most welcome! ❤
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“what say you
gritted, behind furred teeth
in the soiled stomp of a footless sock?”
God, this is a brilliant mixture of humor and seriousness.
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Thank you Henna! I was definitely trying to add a bit of humor 😉
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Aurora Phoenix
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Thank you!
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You’re so welcome, A!! ❤
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Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
Chaos 101 by Aurora Phoenix. I think I just experienced a paradigm shift. I’m wonderfully stretched.
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Thank you Erich! I am curious what shifted
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I’m always amazed by language sculptors who can really push boundaries and make me see differently than before. You are such an artist! 🙂
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Wow thank you so much! I don’t think I have ever been called a language sculptor before. That’s an amazing compliment!
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You’re very welcome, Aurora! 🙂
It’s a skill I definitely need to work on. I quickly feel out of my element when attempting it.
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