Loleeta Checks Out.

Loleeta Checks Out
                    Loleeta Checks Out

These are times when one must change one’s story, or at least take a different look at it.

Perhaps this is a story of bondage: the power of one narcissist over another.

In this case, reflections become real or shatter.

Loleeta writes; “In my eyes are mirrors of mirrors. Each is a tiny square flecked with saliva and toothpaste. These mirrors drain my soul.”

How many lovers pretend they will die for Loleeta Morales?

How often will she die for herself?

She of the double binds and rivers of neediness.

The truth of the matter erupts on her tongue: the slave’s shackle is guilt.

These are the rhythms in the life of Loleeta Morales.

She scrapes and shuffles and says, “There but for the grace of God,” and finds herself there.

Loleeta decides to die from compassion, so much nobler than greed and self-loathing.

She is the New Puritan who has received the holy message of moral cleanliness.

Yesterday’s stud is today’s carrier: so Loleeta gets carried away.

She writes; “Now is the time when I, Loleeta Morales, must give myself to the primal force that beckons us all. I should like to deliver my eulogy, since no one can know how good I truly was.

I was a smart girl. I respected science. I felt that the Constitution of the United States was worth reading.  I also felt that food was something I had a right to since the mechanism of hunger was also mine.

Let it be said at my funeral that I was always one of the others.”

RG (c) 2015



9 thoughts on “Loleeta Checks Out.

  1. I love this. Amazing poem. So many of us love this. I, myself, am also intrigued by the fact you are on Second Life. I used to love Second Life.
    Amazing work in these words.

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    1. Thank you for your comments…I socialize with no one in Second Life, I use it only for art…to create base photos for digital paintings and to illustrate my work…

      I won’t go into why I don’t socialize in Second Life…but as it is a mental health danger for people with DID I will be writing about it in the future.

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      1. Oh, I will look forward to your thoughts on that. I have my own thoughts on the dangers and addictions of it as well.
        I only mentioned it. Most people are very private about it. I just happened to see the tag. I do love the art.
        Very sorry if I intruded. Oh, this is why I don’t make comments sometimes. I am the shy one on the internet.
        Or rather, don’t want to feel I say the wrong thing. Ok, ending comment now.

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      2. Please no. I love your comments. Maybe people are private about it of the stigma attached to it…but your comments are welcome. I’m open about because I don’t consider it shameful..but then I’m not trying to use it as a substitute for an actual life…anymore….actually I’d love to see people who want to use it for more than acting out B&D fantasies join.


    1. Thank you…

      I’ve only posted small censored sections of what is a much longer work…the language is raw and cinematic…I one time I did use some of the language in the piece I noticed that I lost all of Canada…

      LOL. I don’t know if it was censorship but I did notice that after I go rid of the graphic language Canada came back.

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      1. No worries. The mass culture has taken the punch out of graphic language anyway. The F – word is used to exclaim everything from a stubbed toe to a fake orgasm. You really got the point across well here without it as only an excellent writer can do so 🙂

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