Afterthought 1640—Last Fake Smile

Posted in nothing special, ovillejo by maggie on 2017/04/06

Shoveling out my secrets hard and fast
    just to last. 
Trapping time in words I bend and break
    just to fake. 
Taking me every ounce of guise and guile
    just to smile.
I’d not meant you to think me worth the while.

You’ve lost it, now you see it for what it’s not—
the part of me you knew as but afterthought.

        [Last. Fake. Smile.]

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Fourth’s Ovillejo

Posted in ovillejo by maggie on 2010/04/05

Four days in — untouched, unloved, unknown —
left alone,
her throat choked with debris, shit mixed with mud
after the flood
gushing bent from pagan sacrifice for which she was bled,
partly dead
caught circling through the maelströms draining her head.
(Footnote: Like history, this challenge's been one long déjà vu
of twisted tangled knots for her to tie herself into:
left alone after the flood partly dead.)

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