i feel the sudden

urge to take my

brain out of


it’s been there

in a state of

decay with

the remains

of a former life

i’m stuck here in a hell hole

i’m stuck here in a grave yard

not the usual

kind with

dead people

floral sprays



etched so


in marble

but the

other kind

the worst

kind where

the living



to live

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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