LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

You alcoholics, you three. When Mummy dies, bet there’ll be a mutiny. Know you all never enjoyed scrutiny.  But, Button. I thought I was done with you.  An insane cycle  the eye you push through.  Then I see your unkind seating arrangements. How many babies? How many engagements?  How many weddings to be in attendance? Button. But, Button, turn that chin up, buckle-up that upper lip. Until you forget to forget.  Ah, but Button, I remember. The OBX in September.  The horror show presented as fact.  How I had to put your Binky blanket back.  How his eyes would sparkle as soon as you appeared.  When it’d churn my innards, your voice seared my ears. How you could cry on cue,  with the only snot present being you.   How’d you wail like a toddler.  Your tantric tantrums.  Overblowing my ultimatums.  How you snowed him with your cocaine.  And I see he’s over again.  Because you’re ov...

Nu. "Why?," he pauses with his back to me, shoulders slumped, realizing he was myopic and had made a slip.  Anticipating that after all of these years, it was the last piece of 'proof' I probably really needed.  Still turned away from me, he halfway turns his head towards me quizzically tilting his head slightly to the left, over his left shoulder, "What'd we used to call it?" "Nummy-Nummy." "Oh...that's right.  ...Nummy-Nummy." When we were still together we had three cats total.  But one was special needs.  Because of Princess Bitchface.  It was her fault an entire litter of six newly-born kits almost died back in 2014 but their mother conveniently didn't believe me and gave his little sister two kits from that same litter.  She abandoned both young cats eventually at her former roommate's. Her roommate ended up adopting the black one exclusively.  Princess Bitchface ended up moving back in with her minion of a r...

It's great when you hate & life you don't take. Revenge is cold cake: throw that dope a rope     and just wait. you broke up mummy & daddy Brittney & Drew your brother & I because that's what you "do" you're strange and you're feral best left kept in a zoo ...where they'll stroke you & feed you and tell you who's whom, so you can hold love for ransom because that's what you do . my ring finger's lonesome because you are so very loathsome, no sweet unassuming thang are you. Those hard knocks have left a bruise or two. But I can make rabbit stew of a rabid lil' ruse like you who's got more on her nose than dew; when you achoo, no one blesses you 'cause of what you do so I'll huff 'n' I'll puff, while you girl jus' blown, bow down to your proper Ice Queen as she's always known. Not mean for showing some teeth... as I'm strong and you're weak. S...

Strange, is your southern comfort. A cracked withering queen. Your meat's not free range. Heightening nothing but your senses. But oh, what a scene.  Lowering your sensibilities.  Forgetting your responsibilities.  There's no humanity in your consumption.  Fully dubious, that there ever was. Comes the time, for retribution.  She's got money for make-up, clothes, booze, 'n' drugs. She's got time for temptations, corruption, hoes, 'n' thugs. Another selfie in the bathroom. Another boy in the bedroom. Huffing perfume.  Putting filters on her eyes.   Now she never cries. Just screams. Like she screamed in the ride      to the hospital     to the therapist  Life makes it hard to cope     when you're related     to your rapist  Love can make you lie,     make you acquiescent   ...