Marie-Claire

Of bras and mice Brazen bras Dangle in my face Lifeless cups Waiting to be filled… With anguish I stare at this strange apparatus called a bra. Hardwired, soft, hard or well padded Seductive, dominatrix or mere trainers All carefully graded from A to Enoormous, Where do I fit in the alphabet?... Sign in to see full entry.

Dream twister I went to the dream factory Where they manufacture dreams Out of pipes, rings, steel bands Twisted thoughts and wrought iron Tormented feelings Shredded metallic hopes That they turn into statues Tributes to the God of Despair and Hope and Delight The God Diwala Standing for le voila... Sign in to see full entry.