Black Widow

The spider webs crisscrossing between the legs of the table, back and forth, the tie of a corset. Slimming a woman’s waist. Pushing internal organs up under the ribcage. Compressing lungs, raising bosom to the chin of a beautiful face. Lips red, staining stems of cigarette holders suspended in black satin gloves. The inside crease of the elbow enveloped in black resembling the back of her delicate knees. Skin soft and shockingly pale, legs stemming from a dark blossoming petty coat, hidden under a midnight skirt. Hips swaying to melancholy music creeping across the floor. Into the intellect of men who pierce her flesh with needle point eyes.
Unknown "16. Not For Sale" - 16 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

Her Fragrance Lingered On
on Luis Camnitzer Her Fragrance Lingered On

It lingers,
In the dampness of that basement
In my own basement
Miles from where she was housed
My hands have become hers.
The flash of my camera
Depicting the fictional truth
The horrors she went through.
I must share them in order to close my eyes at night
Though when I close my eyes, I see hers.
I see her silent eyes. She never told.
I cannot be sure if she was brave or if
She was wrongfully being tortured
For living in Uruguay during the 70’s
Perhaps it was both.
She must have been brave.
Either tell the truth or lie in order to stay
Alive a few more days.
How horrific the thought of being
Electrocuted by stripped wires.
Holding my camera in my healthy hands
I have become the torturer and the tortured
Years from when her hands were being blacked.
Unknown "16. Not For Sale" - 16 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

Lethargic

As I sit in front of the computer and close my eyes,
A burning numbness creeps along my body, a warm blindfold over my eyes.

The muscle beating against my ribcage, just beneath the skin,
Is heard by my lover slumbering across the room with closed eyes.

My mind is heavy with loose blood and thoughts of the most vulgar in nature.
It presses against my skull creating wonderful hallucinations before my eyes.

My black sheets whisper the inner workings of the Sadomasochism I share with my twisted lover.
As his fingernails tear the flesh of my back, the candle flames perform an erotically forbidden dance
In the pupils of my eyes.

The sour smelling blue ink that fills the notebook with Bethany written across the cover
Stains my fingers as I read the words laid out before me when I open my eyes.

Unknown "16. Not For Sale" - 16 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

Riley Jane

Your life poured out in a toilet at the hospital
In that sterile house.

A nurse gave me a pad
Told me to come back if I started to bleed to death.

They must only be required to show emotion
When babies are born alive.

They don't give a damn about
Twelve week miscarriages to eighteen year old unwed mothers.
Unknown "16. Not For Sale" - 16 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

6 o'clock

It's 4:15 in the afternoon
After making love,
I watch the air fill
With smoke from a lonely cigarette
In the glass ashtray by the window.

By 4:30 I have the overwhelming
Urge to run. Escape this scene as is,
Nude, exposed for everyone to scrutinize.
Let my hypocrisy creep to the
Surface. Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

At 4:45 I put on fresh lipstick
And cross the lawn to my kitchen.
There is a roast in the oven
That needs to be checked, potatoes
To mash, and green beans to snap.

At 6 o'clock, my husband will be home.
Unknown "16. Not For Sale" - 16 years, 7 months, 17 days ago