Skeleton Dance

I am ready to spill my skeletons,
open the door to the proverbial closet
and watch them perform an irreverent
skitter-dance across our bedroom carpet.
They will two-step in the moonlight
shining in jagged strips through the
wire screen against our window pane.
They will sing a false swan song
with lipless mouths and bones that
rattle as change in your pockets.
They will twist up on one another,
like a bow around a present,
and I’m giving you this gift,
because it is no longer possible
to keep them in my head.
I am dragging them out from under
the piles of old neglected things
that hinder our ability to speak freely
and humiliate what is left of our love.
I am giving you faceless truths
and praying that the melody of our past
is enough to string us back together.

©Laura A. Lord, 2016


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie and The Sunday Whirl for their wordle prompts.

The Telling

Last, but not least…Here is the reader’s choice from my latest book, The Telling.

Submissive

I like a dominant man in my life. I like someone who is in control. I like to think I’m in control, pretend it, brag about it, lie for it. I like that I know, that he knows, that I know I’m not really in control.

We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.

The perfect line. The perfect pitch. He’s already made the decision, but poses it in such a way that I can make-believe it is mine. I like to take what doesn’t belong to me.

He’s a steamroller in my life and I like to be laid out flat. I like his hands on my chest, pushing me down whenever my back turns to the span of a bridge. His hands on my thighs, forcing me flat, flat, flat. Yes. Yes, I like that.

He makes me crow like a rooster and I want the world to know I’ve seen the sunlight. It’s like daybreak bursting to life inside me and for a split second I’m lit up brighter than a Christmas tree in Times Square. My body becomes a beacon, a calling card, a flash bang grenade and it draws more, more, more. I want a sunrise that keeps coming, up and down like a yo-yo on fire.

I like when everyone can hear my sunrise, my daybreak, my rooster call.

I’m vocal about it.

I’m in charge of it, or so I pretend.

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Warning! New Book! New Book Alert!

Warning! New Book! New Book Alert!

Yes, I finally finished it. It’s only been about two years in the making, but finally, The Telling is complete.

The history behind this little collection: I opened my website up for anonymous submissions from women and asked them one simple question: If you could say anything, to anyone, without any consequences, what would you say?

The responses I got were priceless. Women from all over opened up, vented, laughed, and shared their pain, their anger, and their worries.

It was a snowball effect, and my own therapy sessions grew more and more interesting the more I discovered that it’s okay not to be the “perfect” mother, sister, daughter, wife…

I like not being perfect, and these women, they liked having a moment to let it all out.

Hear them roar.