Melodic Runes~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleWhen I die they will bend over my bones press their identity against my white, silk skin inlaid with rivulets of imploded arteries and runnels of unthreaded veins somber blue, and ornate stygian against the landscape of cherry blossoms and butterflies tattooed over habituated moments, inside someone else's irrationality; and they will read the self-fulfilling, prophetic runes in the faceted uncertainty of each rib in the fine grained hip bones curved like wings, telling stories I'd never dare tell myself and as they slide their apical instruments between my thoracic curves the moment will explode like gems from a god's creative spasm and flood the arena of metal and and blood and then, yes, then and only then will they know that I didn't die of anorexia nervosa though it may have been a symptom of that beautiful deformity they will find embedded like a bundle of corral and sacral threads which permitted me move like fluid, mercurial music exposing savage talent; and though the crowd will say "she starved herself inside her own myth" a few will know, it wasn't that at all © 2013 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleFeatured Review
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Added on June 19, 2010Last Updated on April 12, 2013 Tags: myth, poetry, fairy tale, princess bones, anorexia, stravation, cleansing, perception, selene skye, victoria selene skye deme, girls with red hair on cherry ca AuthorNoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAsIf, Trippy Cottontail, JapanAboutVictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..Writing
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