The 11th House

Welcome to the 11th House. The number 11 signifies the completion of one life cycle. The gift of truth and clarity is symbolized by this number. At the 11th House, we can manifest our destinies as we embark on the journey of the spirit warrior. The root of all evil is ignorance...but perhaps with open dialogue, a bit of insight, and loving-kindness we can alleviate the pain of a broken spirit or disturbed mind.

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Michele is a 36 year-old journalist and the author of "Rotten Jellybeans", a semi-autobiographical collection of short stories and essays. Her book is available at Amazon.com and Chipmunkapublishing.co.uk. She has had two short stories published in "Love and Lust in Singapore". You can view samples of Michele's published articles at www.michelekohmorollo.com

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Tickle Me Pink

Tickle me pink
Said the girl with the shaven head

I am tougher than the boys in the cage
The boys who send you out 
To filch cigarettes from strangers
And lift miniature bottles of cologne from the shops

She went a roaming one day
And got lost on the way

Tickle me pink
Said the girl with the shaven head
Who found in the jungle
The cold, large metal cage

Inside the cage were boys so fair
So pretty, so slim, with only underwear

Tickle me pink, she giggled and stared
At those handsome, sexy young men in their underwear

Give us a fag luv,
And cover us in expensive perfume
We’re so pretty, said the boys, prettier than you

There were many male bodies cramped in the cage
Metal and cold, they made the girl’s hormones rage

Tickle me pink
Such a sight never was seen
All these pretty boys in their underwear

Some of the boys had lizard eyes
Some of the boys had talons for hands

Some of the boys had hooves for feet
Some of the boys had the tongue of a viper

Some of the boys had scorpion tails
And all of the boys had snakes between their thighs

The caged boys pouted and preened
Tickle me pink, I want to get in


So the girl shaved off her hair and took of her shirt
So maybe she’d fit in 

But there were no vipers or lizards under her skirt

Only breasts,
Failing guts
And a heart that beat too fast

Slip through the cage
You’ll get used to the cold metal
Come play a game of cards luv
Actually, just kiss our backs and watch the game
Give us a fag and don’t tell us your name

The girl with the shaven head pondered a while
She cared not about the talons 
and fangs and tails and wings

The boys were handsome handsome with the prettiest eyes
Deep, sad glassy rainbow eyes, with the liveliest smiles
Naked skin, soft, smooth and taut
Lips that looked like they would make her hair grow back

The girl with the shaven head slid through the bars
To join those strange and heavenly creatures

And they ate her alive, heart, liver, spleen, eyeballs and all

Had their cigarettes
Put on more cologne
And played a game of cards

Tickle me pick 
Said the girl who was dead

I still think I’m tougher
Than the boys in the cage

Copyright, November 28, 2007, Michele Koh

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