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I won't edit out the details for you so you might like me better if I changed like the weather to suit you it will not happen I have been told so recently that I have begun to believe it... I am not all that likable. (Aw shucks and Gee.) I have no expectations of a funeral, not even a dirge. Black has always been a favorite color Most say, or those who still speak to me, wearing this color darkens my outlook. Bleak on the outside or bleak from the blackness within; black-hearted, coal-souled, black-rotten, misbegotten. I've grown into my crow pin-feather leggings. I cackle hag-like. I conjure jokes about nigh every bloke I meet. Greet each one with a Sneer-snicker-snee glee. I'm vile and I lack. I am a study in vagabond homebound boo-hoo's. I've got no more news. I'm a toadstool out of sight living mostly underground out of view. When most creatures die, the world usually becomes temporarily altered ,the change can be profound. the light blinks momentarily, maybe dimming a bit. But nothing will change when I die. Maybe frogs will cease croaking and crickets cease peeping... surely then there'll be no crying or weeping it will be thank the Lord she's all over now toadstool roasting and chin-chinking let's all have an absinthe, then get on with real living....... she was so difficult, oh, thank Gawd... now, we'll all have some true peace. LEGAL COPYRIGHT JANUARY 26 2016 11:11PM PST...FOR THIS WORK BY THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A HOWELLS FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHT SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD When I have a "day" like today, I write about it. Then I laugh. Feel better. Yes....I am "The Witch" in question...a guess a woman could/should "try on different hats?" Today mine was black and pointed...like a witch hat. copyright October 17, 2014 Meloo/Melissa A Howells/ straight from her Tilt-a-World All Rights Are Reserved By This Author All poetry/prose/ideas/rants are the works of this Writer Thank you for reading/ Vote for this poem |
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