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I don’t need the movie scenes,
all Hollywood,
plastic and fake.
I don’t need the romantic dreams,
turning to nightmares
all full of snakes.
I don’t need the love song
professing,
possessing,
the pulsing of hearts.
I don’t need a ring
shining,
sparkling,
threatening to tear us apart.
I just want you,
exactly as you are
filled with fault
and showing scars.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Favor

I want to ask you a favor,
which is strange thing to do
since cats don’t ask for much
they just make demands of you.
The thing is, this time,
I need a little hand
and while I’d ask you nicely,
I actually will demand.
If you could do what I want
and then be on your way
since you’ll be my next vicitm
if you choose to stay.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

#tbt

I like the grass,
but I don’t want to fertilize it.
Some other corpse
can do the job.

Me, I’d rather burn
than take up any more space
on this overpopulated sphere.

But for now,
I’m here,
so I best help the grass from above
while this future corpse
still contains some love.

© Autumn SIders 2017

Initiative

Sometimes,
I don’t know what to do with myself.
So,
I take the initiative to
eat your hat,
pull my fur,
scratch the rug,
burrow under
all your blankets,
pace the floor,
meow outside the door,
beg for food,
stare you down,
and finally,
nap.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

In Bed

It pains me to say,
you were right.
Do you remember
the way it felt
that night?
We both knew
what tomorrow
would bring
still it didn’t mean
a damn thing.
As you drifted
off to sleep,
three words
from your lips
did creep.
My heart froze,
my mind raced,
my breath caught,
and all those feeling
I bravely fought.
Morning came
and you awoke.
Your mouth
not moving
and still you spoke.
Those eyes,
blue and deep,
begged me to stay
and still
I walked away.
But somehow you knew
in the words you never said
and you were right
that I should have stayed
with you, in bed.

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

Thump, thump, thump.
The monsters are coming.
You can run, you can hide,
you can scream
but not a thing
can wake you from
this dream.

Bang, bang, bang.
The shots are close.
You can zig, you can zag,
you can duck
but bullets
don’t care about
a thing called luck.

Thump, thump, thump.
Your heart still beats.
You can live, you can love,
you can be
but the stakes
are high
and never free.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Narcolepsy

Sleep comes all to quickly these days
and lasts all through the morn.
If I could sleep any longer than that,
all day, my bed, I would adorn.
Never before in my life
have I felt so utterly drained
perhaps since until now
I’ve not been so completely strained.
I’d like to go back some day
to my old insomniac ways
but perhaps for now I’ll catch up
on all I lost and sleep for days.

© Autumn Siders 2018