The Hound

Twenty Tiny Heartbeats

Anticipation

The Sound of Crickets

Morning Fog

Dew Drops on Cattails

Whispers at Dawn

Fur caked with Blood and Soil

Powerful Jaws

Rippling Muscles

A Limp Body

Frail Bones

Thrill of the Hunt

Residual Energy

Duty and Purpose in the Eyes of the Beast.

lonesome dove

It is challenging to be a woman. A lot of young girls break under the pressure of shifting hormones, aspirations of the future and a constantly altered environment and body. I see women who are overweight, begrudging, and generally seem to have given up. I then see pictures of these women when they were younger; beautiful, tan, lean, and confident faces look out at me from these photographs. There seems to be an epidemic of beautiful girls who turn into angry, squat women. Why is this? Girls who seem to have it all figured out simply give up. At some point in these women’s lives, they reached a point where they had done everything they thought possible in order to make themselves attractive, and it simply wasn’t enough to satisfy the type of validation that these women were seeking, be it a job, a husband, a group of friends, or even simply peace of mind. They were attractive, but they were not getting what they desired, so they gave up. This change is extremely noticeable in some women, but I believe that almost all women are on the verge of reaching that point our whole lives. We are told that if we simply change this or tweak that, we as women will become part of a certain image which is accepted and approved of by society. However, it is simply an image, an idea, or a concept. There are a million copies of this same female running around, and it gets hard to distinguish them from each other. These girls like and dislike the same things, and they do not seem to be passionate about anything in particular. They keep conversation vague, light, and shallow. There is nothing wrong with these girls. They got it right, they conformed. They are perfectionists in a very real sense of the word. These girls have simply done all that they believed to be in their power to get approval and to be well liked. They do not have specific opinions because they do not want to be categorized or upset anyone. These girls are not ignorant. They are simply girls who have been beaten down to a point that they are willing to hide or alter who they are in order to become who they think they want to be. They think they want to be the perfect female who pleases everyone. All girls have an idea in their heads of what this girl looks like. Sometimes, they become her. It happens in stages. I know because it almost happened to me. It is inevitable that on some level throughout a girl’s life, she becomes corrupted. She learns about things that men want and means that she has at her disposal, which she may or may not use, in order to please men.

Typical Week

Mondays are disheartening.

Tuesdays are stimulating.

Wednesdays are enduring.

Thursdays are indecisive.

Fridays are apologetic.

Saturdays are apathetic.

Sundays are industrious.

Mr. Right

Wrap me up in reassurance

Coat me in some bliss

 

Take all of my worries

And dismiss them with a kiss

 

I have to warn you sweetheart

I’m as crazy as they come

 

But if you feed me lovely lies

I will eat up every crumb

 

When i say i love you sweetheart

You know that it’s not true

 

As a person, you’re not special

I just love the thought of you

 

I frankly love to daydream

About my perfect doll

 

When i know, my little cupcake

That you don’t exist at all.

The Flyswatter

The Flyswatter is justice.

The Flyswatter is the final word.

Thin metal whistles through air,

Impacting flesh.

The instrument draws back,

Taking with it drops of blood.

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