Bite Me! by Valerie Parente
Tell me to shut up
close my mouth
as you bare your teeth,
you chew me up
then spit me out
as you please,
so tell me why you’re so offended
when I say “Bite Me!”
It’s almost as if you’re not offended by the content of my words
but the fact that I had the audacity to dictate what happens to my body first.
– Valerie Parente (12-20-2025)
My Perfect Match by Valerie Parente
I always had
a flicker of hope in my heart
and when we met
I felt that spark.
It all makes perfect sense
when I look back
that I was struck
by my perfect match.
Fire always scared me
but not with you, my twin flame,
and if it all burned down
I wouldn’t be afraid,
if it all burned down with you
I’d only notice the glow on your face.
– Valerie Parente (12-13-2025)
A Siren’s Threat by Valerie Parente
If I were a siren
I’d kill men too
lure them to the fishnets
they forced me into.
We are more than the sex
to which we have been reduced
may we serenade men to death
for all the times they’ve been cruel
because mother nature’s silhouette
is in the shape of a typhoon
and when they get shipwrecked
they won’t feel our grooves
only the ocean’s depths
under the pull of the moon
and this world would be no less
if anything, improved.
– Valerie Parente (11-29-2025)
Encased by Valerie Parente
I know I said I killed my younger self
but I was lying
I didn’t kill her
I locked her away
so that she would feel safe.
I thought I threw away the key
so I could preserve her whimsy
but I forgot in my haste
that behind a glass case
she could watch the world change
while staying the same age.
My life went on and progressed
with my inner child as my witness
and it took a long time
before I finally realized
I wasn’t trying to prove myself
to society or anyone else.
I’m not trying to impress you
I’m trying to impress 12 year old me
to be her idea of beauty
so that she could see
all those big scary feelings
didn’t kill her dreams
and it was this epiphany
that revealed the key
so I unlocked the case
and I set younger me free
as a way to say “forgive me
I loved you more than anything
may you go with ease
may you go with peace.”
– Valerie Parente (11-23-2025)
Claws by Valerie Parente
With claws I dug myself
a little hole into hell
6 feet underground
so I could never be found
and just as you’d expect
my vision adjusted to the darkness
until I no longer noticed
the depth of the hopelessness.
But one day the earth quaked
maybe it was chance, maybe fate
and for one second I saw too much
a flicker of light from above
I realized my surroundings
and I finally saw it for what it is
a hole inside the earth
a home for the dead and the dirt.
But there was something else in the ground
amongst the bones splayed around
neural pathways spread like roots
reaching down from the grass roof
and without hesitation or fright
I climbed them to the sunlight
with these same claws I buried myself with
I ventured out of the abyss.
– Valerie Parente (11-23-2025)
Wind Chimes by Valerie Parente
Out of thin air
you seem to vanish
but that is only true
on a visual canvas.
You still ring in my ears
even though I can’t see you
like the wind that strikes wind chimes
and the sound is the only proof.
You blow me away
with the little signs you show
I can’t see you per se
but I can see how you affect the surroundings I know.
The wind is real
even though you can’t see it
pain is real
even though you can’t see it
love is real
even though you can’t see it
if heaven is real
it doesn’t matter if you believe it
maybe you’re still by my side
even though I can’t see you with my eyes
an energy coursing through time
like the wind to wind chimes.
– Valerie Parente (11-2-2025)
Moved My Soul (Crooked Halo) by Valerie Parente
You moved my soul
when I was told this soul is immobile
and this body was its only home
but now I feel home
anywhere that you go.
Maybe what I thought was a crooked halo
was really an orbit feeling a new pull
tilted, shifting, going rogue
saw my future out there with you
and told me to follow.
– Valerie Parente (11-11-2025)
The Creator’s Paradox by Valerie Parente
What am I
if not God’s art?
God creates perfection
but you say that I’m wrong
and in the same virtuous breath
that I was made in His image all along.
How can the thing that created everything
be a pillar of perfection but create a world of flaws?
Every abomination
was someone’s creation
can we say the creator is sick
but not their rules and their laws
either I am a masterpiece, so idealistic
or I was a mistake never meant to spawn
but the one thing I know for sure is that I exist
so it would be insanity to say that there is no God.
The creator must be an artist
because our existence is a paradox
the goal of art is not to appear perfect
the goal is to express a breath and a thought.
– Valerie Parente (11-11-2025)
Kindred Spirits by Valerie Parente
I’ve said this so many times
how I see figures in the middle of the night
flashing silhouettes with no face
but I see them and I’m never afraid.
I call the flickering ghosts my kindred spirits
something that should be scary but I don’t fear it
we are not unlike each other all that much
we mean no harm but scare the ones who love us.
I see myself in them, as strange as it seems
wanting to be seen, wanting to be believed
for the ways I misread my anxiety signals
a little broken brain with a flicker of wisdom.
Maybe I relate because I’m also like a ghost
bound to this home, and I don’t know how to let go
and every time I try to make myself get up and move
I come back to the same place, this same bedroom.
I believe in the kindred spirits I see
as do they believe in me
maybe they’re trying to say
believe in yourself all the same.
When I finally leave this room
I hope they come with me too
because they remind me there is more
than just material in this world.
– Valerie Parente (10-31-2025)
The Cycle of Art by Valerie Parente
➔ realizes there’s ugliness in the world
➔ inspires art
➔ art brings beauty into the world
➔ the healing starts
(and repeat)
– Valerie Parente (10-19-2025)
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