TheCourtRose

The writing. I've been all a titter with it. I don't think I used that right... It's titillating that you're all a titter. It's scintillating that you're titillated that I'm a titter. The implication of my scintillation is that your titillation is making me a titter, as well. Well, you've aroused my attention! So it was your intention to arouse my attention? Or perhaps my affections? I reckon they beckoned the second I seconded. My intention was to arouse both attention and affection, beckoned by your scintillation of my titillation of your titter.  The second you beckoned I reckon my retention of your affection was inevitable. As inevitable as it was unenviable, my dear. For my attentions and affections, once aroused, are ineffable and inexorable. An affliction of contradictions whose retention eludes prevention and exudes expression. Once aroused, this affliction of affection eludes prevention? Then my gratitude is a p

It was our secret Daddy would say "Here sweetheart" cut the apple to show me the star The only person in the world who knew where to find it We shared it- Apples in peanut butter Peanut butter and honey sandwiches with apple slices -between us I grew and grew and grew Curves started blooming, so I stopped eating to shrink, take up less space On the Halloween they sold caramel apples, took one bite to throw it away Tasted like being alone and secrets now so far away Years go, started to eat and continued to starve Ingested, but did not taste Grew, widened, became enlarged Where's the girl beneath? Somewhere behind bones that once protruded towards the sky, scanning the night for light Let myself be plucked, pulled away by eager, abusive hands Tongue against flesh, living a Manzana's Song , being consumed Though nothing left to give the barrel was scraped, bobbing and drowning for more and more, to give until every heart went fallow