New Poem Up On Spillwords! 

My latest poem Autopsy of a Woman is up on Spillwords.com 

Go check it out and if you like it don’t forget to give it a star or five! 
Moxie McMurder 

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The Completion of Girl

I am the girl who touches the hot stove 
I speak in volumes considered uncouth 

I have scars and bruises and secrets and an honesty that blisters my lips 

I have stolen 

I drink and smoke and I enjoy myself 

I swear like a wounded sailor 

And people would say that I behaved just like the boys

Ignoring my femininity 

This girl can hold her own 

Got to be able to piss with the big boys

Taught to be equal but not free 

I have grown into a woman who will not be told what to do

I like to watch things burn and write about the smoke that stings my eyes and makes my eyeliner run 

I have people in my life who inspire me and I have cut out people who disrespected me

I always carry scissors in my back pocket for just such an occasion 

I know I have something to prove

Something to leave behind 

And after a while I realised It was to take up space 

Use my voice 

The words at my disposal 

Connect with someone who truly understands the bullshit we all fight through 

Or take them to a place they never knew they wanted to visit 

I am the alpha and the omega 

Feminine and masculine 

I am not outspoken, I am spoken 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Not Worth the Ink 

Enemies are my speciality

You’re nothing special 

Just another name 

One of several 

My shit list grows by the day 

I know it in my gut 

I’ve battled worse than you 

You didn’t make the cut

Not worth the ink

But I have plenty to spare

Just ready to spill

For the nemesis rare 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Do Your Worst 

Stab me with pins 

And bind my hand 

Stitch mystery lips 

I don’t give a damn 

The winds are changing 

You dream of blood 

Prophecies in your nightmares 

Of you dragged through the mud 

These things you have done 

Will haunt you forever 

No salt can protect you 

Your lifeline’s been severed 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Incendiary 

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You want to start a fire

This relationship has become a tinderbox 

A spark is all it needs

Smouldering 

Angry 

Words spilled starting fires

And you fan the flames 

It’s doing well but I burn brighter 

Combustible 

I explode with a fierceness you never expected 

Blistered lips 

From the words I speak 

There is no water here and my fire catches the wind

Turning our lives to ashes

There are no survivors here

~ Moxie McMurder 

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