Vicie Ree aka Auntie_Social

Ha. Yes indeed. This is a real fear and loosely based on real events.

#vss365
Sue was buttoned up. All #business — from top knot to sensible heels. Her pleated skirt fell a finger’s tip below her knee. As we passed I nodded. Then, a quick back glance, I saw her skirt tucked haphazard into a red thong, hose clipped by garter belt— toilet paper fluttering from her shoe.

I think Frain's wife is a time traveler— she's always traveling back to murder Frain, again, and again.

She's my favorite.🍿😍

I'll never tire of these.

a cartoon witch is jumping in the air while wearing a hat . ALT: a cartoon witch is jumping in the air while wearing a hat .

I needed a win.

a cartoon of a witch pouring purple liquid into a pot ALT: a cartoon of a witch pouring purple liquid into a pot

😁

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Dishes done
kids tucked in
late this night
I begin

My #experiment
a ritual brewing
kettle of herbs
black cat mewing

Beneath Hunter’s Moon
this #Halloween night
my offering is lifted
to Selene’s light

An #argent #ray
silvers midnight strands
a witch’s streak woven
by Moon Goddess hands.

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The world was unraveling,
and we were distracted,
counting victims
of earthquakes and hurricanes,
of violence and injustice.

October 29 loomed predatory
as the #heliacal #creep of 3I/ATLAS cruised into our solar system on a collision course with the Sun.

We blamed Mercury in retrograde.

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A spring beauty,
once worshiped
in the summer of sin,
chose strangers’ adoration over loving bond of kin.

When autumn’s colors faded,
winter settled in.
She recalled her memories—
a daughter, a lover, a friend.

None came.
Oh, but #terror,
faithful terror came,
and stayed until the end.

Whew! I was worried I was the only one. 👋

🥰

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Every day
I wander,
navigating faces of
familiar strangers
with fleeting eyes
and wooden smiles.
We avoid connection.
And I wander,
am I the #martian,
or are they?

👏👏👏

#vss365
I survived Medusa
Mama’s words turned love to stone

And Dionysus
Daddy, his promises came broken

My sisters
a Harpy, a Siren, an Echo,
said never be
smarter, prettier, or more clever

But I feared the Minotaur
Mama’s golden boy
who taught me
to fade between breaths
to be #unseen
or suffer

thank you, Steve.

It feels good when I find joy instead of sorry. While it is fiction, it has given me the gift of remembering my grandparents. 🥰🥰

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From the back porch
Grandpa studies the river
his livelihood since forever

From the kitchen
Grandma studies him
Trembling hands, hot coffee
Her best cup and #saucer
Nippon, prewar

His #energy wans
hers does not

The screen door snaps
she’s there
his cup in her hands
her kerchief in his.

Subtle and poignant. Beautiful writting.

🥰

You are kind. 🙏🥰

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A draft follows him, and the door closes. I shatter—every #atom of me scattering like my intimates strewn about. The room reeks of cabernet and sin. I rise from the mess I’ve made, gather myself, and realize he was a ghost I’d lost long before this night.

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He’s turned his back, and I’m still begging him to stay. A specter #hovers in the space where he was. The air is stagnant—heavy with words that will never be said, and light sneaks in cruelly, exposing my loneliness.

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He watches me grovel with unblinking, #android eyes, calculating his next move. His hand is a fist, tightly clutching the door handle. My throat constricts; I gasp for the air, suck in the shame that #hovers in this room.

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Intimate bits are strewn around the room. I am a goddess, draped in a sheet of shame. He appears and I fall to the floor, my drunken transgressions pooling at his feet. Between sniffles and sobs, he stands still—this tin man, void of heart. His #arid words bite like Antarctic wind.

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It wasn’t tanks; it was SUVs.
Not a foreign aggressor,
but political pawns patrolling our blocks.

Neighbors screamed their names as they were taken.
#Unearthly cries from families drew us into the streets.

We were bugs — armed with protest signs, live posts, and a chorus of hashtag causes.

Of course, I had an extra stanza that wouldn't fit Bluesky character limits where she is a femme fatale firefly. 🤭🤭

🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲
It’s the firefly’s nature to devour her prey.
She dines on snips and snails,
on hound-dog tattletales;
on sinful men who scent innocents.

I'm so grateful, Steve.

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By day she’s dull, dormant—
a #beetle bug hiding in plain sight,
unnoticed as the doormat stepped on
a million times without apology.

But in the dark, she glimmers—
the color of glow, a femme fatale firefly
twinkling for amateur stargazers,
little boys in men’s bodies.

🫶❤️🌻

#vss365
not my best moment
fraught, distraught
stretched too thin

I admit, I threw a fit
since when’s that a sin?

in hell, I dwell
spinning wheels spin

take after take
real-to-reel heartache
remastering my mistake

like six-seven, I’m a meme
your #deluxe de-lu-lu queen

One love.
You won, love