Deep Throated Menagerie-Aurora Phoenix

there must be something in the water

that she swallowed

along with aphorisms



social edicts

collective glue

that constrict and restrict

those who might

come unglued

unsightly hued

in garish reds and purples

from the bruising of this life

miniature ragtag zoo

dictates born and bred

hold your horses

disguised chastisements

cat’s got your tongue

stop beating a dead horse

reminders of low set sights

when pigs fly

don’t count your chickens

coaching in indirect


ignoring elephants in the room

be a fly on the wall

inelegant admonitions

don’t be a bitch

you’re not the top dog

animated Animalia

congregate and morph

lodge as the

frog in her throat

Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”