cry for blood roses.

I did not lie down to die
& to be tired 
in a juked fever
like a maddening prayer

alterity cries for blood roses

the spit of aberration
to father, to shell/ or bone
sulked by shitty words
until it no longer hurts.

© 2021 Pseudopsychosis All Rights Reserved.

Written for the 7/12/2021 dVerse prompt for dVerse’s 10th year anniversary: Feel free to play with the word in quadrille form: Juked, Juking.

63 thoughts on “cry for blood roses.”

  1. dang. nice emotional energy in this.
    had to look up alterity, which is cool. thanks for the reason to learn.
    its close enough to altar to play well with prayer.

    the last stanza though has grit, and carries the emotional punch.

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  2. Remember, Lucy..chickens “lay”, people lie (down). I still struggle with “we boys”. “To father, to shell/ or bone blind” hooked me. Also “sulked by shitty words”.

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    1. There definitely is that lingering feeling of longing. 🙂 Thank you so much for the thoughts and feedback, Mish. Always appreciated. ❤


  3. And-a one, and-a two, and-a… no wait, you didn’t go there, for the obvious — you went here, and I liked it Lucy! You helped flush the sappy outta my brain. But hey, I like sappy, I like snappy, I’m old and my mind gets gap’y — but I really like comin’ here and ridin’ your words my friend. You put the click back in my clack, and my mind back on the deep track. Keep on’a rollin’ loooose — Luce. What the hell did I just write here?!

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    1. I am not quite sure what the hell you just wrote, but hey it made me smile. 🙂 Thank you so much, Rob. I always appreciate your support and commentary. ❤


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