September has ended, and with it, my $2 poetry deal. Commissions are still open for those who are interested, however: $5 per, or a monthly free poem for any tier ii patrons on my Patreon. Here are a couple commissions I completed from my September sale.
Sarah asked for a poem about her being stupid, and this is the finished product.
Stupid Sarah Saves Her Day, or Manic Pixie Depressed Girl
Her hobbies were xanax and counting her flaws
in the shadows that danced down her thighs.
Inside dwelled a creature unsheathing its claws
and growling immeasurable lies.
The painful refrains which she heard in her head
and which kept her suspended in night—
"I'm stupid. I'm worthless. I'm better off dead—"
were the first ways it put up its fight.
It filled her with gravel while eating her guts
and while squeezing her lungs near to burst.
"We've something important we need to discuss:
"When, where, and how it all hurts."
This thing in her body, this something-was-wrong
pressed its cloven hooves into her shoes.
It stretched out its fingers and settled in long
with a graveled, "You've nothing to lose."
With her hand it reached for the bottles she kept
'Till she realized the hand wasn't hers.
She screamed and she struggled and finally wept,
but that in-between time was a blur.
She looked and discovered the blood it let fall
and her loved ones concerned for her pain;
how the one stupid thing she had done through it all
was believe she and it were the same.
Sam, on the other end of things, asked for a poem about waking up to find her shoes had turned to marshmallow fluff. Here's hers.
A Sticky Stitch-uation
a Fluff Piece
Marshmallow fluff is not really the stuff
you want to find under your shoes.
It’s sticky and soft—
doesn’t want to come off—
leaves your sad, sticky shoes with the blues.
Well, imagine my shock when I rose and took stock
and I found that my shoes weren’t there.
Instead in their stead,
where my shoes I’d last shed,
was a foot-shap’ed marshmallow pair!
I cried out, “My feet! They will never be neat
if I put them but once in those boots!”
I swore in distress
as I tried to get dressed
in my best matching marshmallow suit.
A huge thanks to everyone who's shown interest in my work. I have loved writing these commissions; I've found so much more joy in this process than I ever imagined I would. I couldn't have done it without y'all. Thank you.