New baby girl running amuck in our house.  The little Ruby Goregalore who's cuteness is Mr. Shigg sized.  It's so nice to have two little creatures in our house.  She is our dog.  I've wanted a dog for a long time, and now we have one.  She loves the car, as long as she isn't in the carrier.  She loves people.  And will curl up with anyone with a warm lap.  She hasn't quite learned the "come when you are called" trick yet.  It's going to be rather hard to train her at all.  Mr. Shiggs was easy as his love of treats was/is great enough to get him to do just about anything.  Ruby doesn't get the point of treats.  She just looks at me like "why are you putting a piece of food on the floor?".    She has a few more days of the anit-biotics.  Her wound from her little lady surgery didn't heal right and was a bit infected, but it's looking a lot better now.  She'll have a weird little belly button from where it was, but it should be fine.  Mr. Shigg thinks she's the cats pajamas.  He loves her.  I think he loves her more that he likes Justin or myself.

Anywho.  It's been a fair few days since I posted.  So I figured I'd write something.  Even if it's not anything anyone would really want to read.  On D's advice I've purchased myself a little leather book to jot down all my weird little poetic brain ooze.  I find myself doing that more than posting them.  I love the freedom of having the words be all my own and not sharing them, but I kinda miss the feedback.  I guess I just have to try to find a balance.  Isn't it that way with everything?  Trying to find a balance?

Okay, I'm off to watch football movies in preperation of tonights SPORT!  Yay SUPERBOWL!

power tools and crushed velvet
the bridge is covered
in fabric and stone
----
beautiful porcelain doll
a gothic cinderella
smoothed hand to face
the courtesan of his heart
snuggled down
in the dirt of her grave
----
colored confetti
she's bits of shredded paper
all thrown in triumph
----
our precious ruby
she was always meant to be
shiggs' baby sister
----
abandoned anger
in a pocket of sunshine
she will break you down
----
it's been thirteen years
still a devoured flower
in wildfire
still engulfed in flames
she wants no extinguisher
to save her from burn

for days she pulls upon her skin
to tear the words asunder
she bites her lip
and clenches fingers to fists
waiting for them to burst
but the words will not come
the grit and grime in her head
roll into a mud
producing nothing of use
with a stomp of her foot
and a determined furrow
she'll force the cork from the bottle
she makes a demand of herself
she will not be defeated by loss

he's tuff as old boots
snarl and a gnash of the teeth
a curled kitten heart

flowers keep dying
petals falling in slow rot
beautiful decay

the bottle is corked
the pressure, it is building
drowning in suspense

so so long ago
it's a pressed lip memory
still haunting her now

she is sorted past
and tangled hair
I read her again and again
palms pressed to window
I read her again
the words give me vision
and roll in my mind
a liquid heat
I shake it off
and read her again

According to "my stats" I have 3 sometimes 4 loyal LJ readers and between 5-8 non-LJ readers.  I wonder who you all are.

she pricked her finger
on a skeleton key
those locked doors slid open
she walked threw them all
leaving a trail from that finger
so you could trace her steps

a bloody toothed grin
she is a laughing devil
clawing at your eyes

her crushed ribs tell a story
that ends with the curve of her hip
it's a tale told only to him
a solid binding that keeps her breathless
and him entranced
together they are rapture and movement
together they are clasped hands
together they are the sound of the ocean
the rhythm in the crashing waves

she will stitch you in
to the lining of her skin
with tight black crosses

the red velvet crushed
under heavy iron wheels
I whisper his name

I should be sleeping. I woke up two hours ago and have not been able to fall back asleep. AWAKE I am. Justin woke just long enough to tell me I had to stay in bed. So here I am, sitting in bed posting about not being able to sleep.
I'm so disappointed that we've still not found our new baby. It's been six months. I told Justin I'm giving up till spring when the kitten season begins again. I really thought that the one we went to see yesterday was going to be the one. We were there at opening time, I walked right up to the first person I saw and told them who I was looking for. Alas, she was not available for adoption. We looked around anyway and no one else seemed right either. So Mr.Shiggs remains an only cat for awhile longer.
I kinda want to go play some Bayonetta but I'd have to go down stairs and I've been told I have to stay put. I got up real early yesterday too. Now I'm getting scolded for typing to loudly....