My Mawmaw… (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say:

“Baby girl, fix ya problems… Ain’t NO ONE else gunna do it forya.  Life is hard and it won’t get any easier… So get use to it, sha.”

Miss you Mawmaw… I miss you lots…

MadamChryzl-

Photo By: MadamChryzl

Water hung from her finger tips like tears…

Her gown drenched in the heaviness of her fears…

She waltzed the whole way, barely touching the floor…

Voraciously, her body craved emptiness and needed more…

Harrowed, she cried and circled to try and find a way…

In the places she roamed, never was it day…

Seemingly infinite stone tablets with names and dates…

None of which the markings properly described fates…

She wined about the confines of the iron spades that held her within…

She moaned and she drifted, knowing that her ghostly search would never end…

But……

Perhaps Mother October, this once, will allow her to pretend… -Madamchryzl-

I suppose I might be in there somewhere…

Perhaps insignificant as some sort of random wild hair?

MAYBE just a thought, would you dare?

Probably not… because you are standing RIGHT THERE…

Am I truly, just so lovely and rare?

It is now obvious, I know… You no longer care…

You can stumble and stare…

ADVISORY, beware…

But I was so warm, O such a flare?

O troubling? Am I… The Snare?

“O, My Love!” I did declare…

“O what a couple? O what a pair?”

O WHAT! A LOVE WE HAD TO SHARE!

Your cost is deafening, quite unfair… Madamchryzl…

XoXo..

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