#NaPoWriMo2025 #Day30 #GinaWantsToDieOfOldAge

Gina Wants to Die of Old Age

I can’t hear Bon Jovi
without being seventeen again,
singing, “Gina wants to die of old age,”
like it was gospel.

My friend stared.
“What did you say?”
Laughed so hard
she nearly peed.

It’s “Gina works the diner all day,”
but my version stuck.
Wrong words, right feeling—
and I still sing it that way.

Because maybe,
deep down,
Gina wants that too.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #day30 #medusaatthesalon

Medusa at the salon

The debate raged

on social media

would you rather

your daughter

was alone in the woods

with a man or bear?

 

In the salon

they turn to me

no-one looks me

in the eye of course,

but my advice to women

be more terrifying…

 

then either.

 

#undiscoveredcountry #napowrimo2021 #day30

Undiscovered country.

The travellers rarely return. Except rockstars with lyres.

Hermes leads you to the entrance of

Hades realms, he of many hosts.

Pay the boatman and he'll ferry you accross the Styx.

Past the women who loved unreciprocated, cry soundlessly in the gloomy myrtle groves lining the Fields of Mourning.

Kind souls go turn right to Asphodel Meadows, slightly dull but free of toil.

Left, reckless heros revel in Elysium Fields.

Far below, Tartarus place of pain and punishment. 

Rhadamanthus, Minos, Aeacus judge and sentence mortal souls direct you to your final destination.