"Warm Chill" By Elissa Rosenthal

 Warm Chill

 By Elissa Rosenthal

The watching windows 
are like the eyes 

from above me.
Windows full of memories 

creating a warm chill 
to keep me up at night.

Hold me close douglas fir
as wind wallows through you,

as my tears 
water your roots.

I Am a Ladybug By Elissa Rosenthal

 "I Am a Ladybug"

By Elissa Rosenthal

Your fingers are beetles diving underneath my skin
and killing my appetite. A hand of putrid flesh laced in
maggot infested regret.

Can I dive into the trash and live there? 
The home of the ego yelling like a 
ladybug-
as menacing. 
Do I wish to be?

Kill my thoughts slowly and I might as well be dead. 
I am dead
and numb. 

Who am I? What is this place?
Why do I feel like no one?

A hand stokes my back like a banker visiting his gold. 
I am not gold.
I am a ladybug trying
my best to be my best.
I smell the leaves but cannot see them.
All I see is a plastic lining.

Let Us Bee Together

Let Us Bee Together

By Elissa Rosenthal

 

Let us bee together.

Has horrible as that pun may be,

let us join together,

so others may see.

How there are people,

like you and I,

who do not call themselves straight or gay-

but bi.

I know they exist,

because so do I.

This sexuality is how I identify.

I am not greedy,

a slut,

or a hiding gay.

I am only built this way.

Please try to understand that I exist,

even if you are a pessimist.

I have heard the rumors,

the generalized tales,

on how every bi woman,

is a straight one who's kissed a female.

I have heard how, 

if you are bi,

that you are a lesbian,

who feels a need to lie. 

I am telling you,

right hear on this day,

I am neither straight or gay.

I am a bi woman,

today and any other day.

 

Happy Bi Visibility Day Everyone! I hope you are having a great day and weekend!

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Money Maker

Money Maker

By Elissa Rosenthal

Money please,

My dear friend,

I will drain you,

Till the end.

Lick up my lies,

Of solitary waste,

Let you feel alone,

A waste of space.

Pick up my money,

My money maker of wishes,

Hopes to have food,

Hopes to have dishes.

Feel the fear of loss,

Truth has a clear ring,

My money clogs your vision,

To feel its poison sting.

Pick up my money,

Drop all your hope,

Hold my money in your hands,

While you go on and gloat.

Sparkling Nothingness

Sparkling Nothingness

By Elissa Rosenthal

Complacent populations stand around a fire made of sparkling nothingness.

They claim a need for beauty that presents no emotion.

They conceal wonder created by the unknown.

Contorting their natural instincts, 

they flail themselves and others,

in search for meaning.

Cannibalistic,

conquests,

of mind and body.

Stair into the crystallized nothingness.

Let the corruption seep into your veins.

Contort your natural instincts and flail.

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