Thursday, 29 September 2016

Porn (September 29, 2016)

An illusion
Deliberately created
Of one's desire.

Flipping 
One glossy page
After another.

Of a dream
Sold.

Found
Periodically
In the mailbox.

Releasing
A soft sigh
Of desire.

As the sound
Of heels clicking
With each step
Taken.
 
Is pure heaven
To my soul.

Wondering
Does that shoe/boot
Come in
My size?

Budgeting
Whether or not
I can afford
Them.

Darn you
For sending
That catalogue.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: This morning, a local chain of footwear sent out, their quarterly catalogue, they'll carrying this season. In the past, I have bought a gorgeous pair of winter boots that are simply divine, to wear. Only to lost, when my mom raided my storage locker, nine years ago, after I told her, to leave it alone. Sadly, it wasn't the only thing, she lost or damaged, in her misguided attempt to be helpful. Thankfully, I don't to deal with her, anymore, as I severed all ties, with her, 4 years ago, in early November. Don't need the stress or anxiety attacks, when having to deal with her transphobia and denial of it.

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