Sometimes, I write gritty, grisly, ugly, twisted stuff. If I think it, I write it. Sometimes, I even dare submit it. I have my first full length collection coming out soon on my 52nd birthday on April 4th.
This piece is in it-
It opens thus-
“You’d Be ______ If You ______”
I have lost count of how many times I have been told “You’d be prettier if ______”
… I smiled more with your blood tinting my teeth like a slightly-thicker-than-water periodontal rinse.
… I wore a shorter skirt and had it wrapped upon your neck as I wrung and pulled, feet braced against the shoulders, until I hear a satisfying “pop” from your spinal column.
… I straightened my hair so it was a free-flowing silken veil between my shoulder blades as I hacksawed off your limbs to fit better in the cardboard box.“
— and the body count climbs from there!
Visit my poem here and give it a some R&R (reads and reviews) and share please!
“You’d Be _______ if You _______” by Pixie Bruner
I believe being born and living is the only content and trigger warning people really need if they’re living and sentient and not just existing. I’ve always lived. I love living, it’s messy, crazy, painful, exciting, magical, funny, absurd and so breathtakingly beautiful!
From the film “Auntie Mame” 1953:
Mame Dennis : Oh, Agnes, where is your spine? Here you've been taking my dictation for weeks and you don't get the message of my book. Live, that's the message!
Agnes Gooch : Live?
Mame Dennis : Yes! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!
I found Punk Noir Magazine when Grant Wamack, one of my favorite bizarro and new weird writers had a love poem in it. I threw my problem child at them. There are some truths in this piece. At an age when most women are supposed to be becoming invisible, I’m still a lovely monster in all black, combat boots, too many pairs of fishnets, and a rats nest of curls as noncompliant as the rest of me.
🖤,
Pixie