By randi
Date: 24 June 1998

Hideous

I reach deep into my pockets and draw out
all that is in there, crumbled earth, freeze dried
worms, tiny seeds containing half
truths and lies, and larger seeds pulsing
with a malicious energy. They have been patiently
waiting for this moment, and now free at last, they
tumble from my hands and land at my feet. The ground
below me shivers as spinning cork screw seeds claim their 
territory, and the worms go to work loosening the earth.

Stinging nettles spring up between my toes, and poison 
ivy vines creep over my shins. Brambles encase
all that hasn't been touched. I stand here wondering 
if this was the right time for sharing.


The vines climb higher and higher, imitating your finesse
touching my lips, probing my mouth, sliding 
down into my throat. Savoring the taste, I roll it around
and swallow. I should stop here, take the clippers out of my
pocket and prune a little. But I do not.

They slide over my belly, parting my thighs and pushing
up inside of me. I raise my hips up and into them to fully accept
their tender leaves and their thorns.

You come to me and push the leaves
aside and you stand and stare at the monster that I have become.
You tell me I am beautiful.