Vicie Ree aka Auntie_Social
@vicieree.bsky.social
#vss365
Fabulous Satellite
neon blinking
music begging me to sway
I caught you
By the loop of your Levi’s
pulled you into me
whispered, "stay"
Your hands found my hips
In the name of romance
we began to dance
A cocktail napkin
A stolen pen
I wrote my #number
but by then
the ink was as drunk as I
Fabulous Satellite
neon blinking
music begging me to sway
I caught you
By the loop of your Levi’s
pulled you into me
whispered, "stay"
Your hands found my hips
In the name of romance
we began to dance
A cocktail napkin
A stolen pen
I wrote my #number
but by then
the ink was as drunk as I
November 13, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
November 10, 2025 at 6:42 PM
#vss365
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
#vss365
Sheltered shelters,
running on time—
seven to seven,
housing part-time.
Homeless, unhoused,
life on the street:
breaking the #law
just by having a seat.
Don’t sleep on benches.
Don’t set your stuff down.
Don't bother no one.
Just shuffle around.
Helpless. Unemployable.
Surviving — despite
Sheltered shelters,
running on time—
seven to seven,
housing part-time.
Homeless, unhoused,
life on the street:
breaking the #law
just by having a seat.
Don’t sleep on benches.
Don’t set your stuff down.
Don't bother no one.
Just shuffle around.
Helpless. Unemployable.
Surviving — despite
November 9, 2025 at 4:21 PM
November 9, 2025 at 4:10 AM
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Louisa Clark, influenced by influencers, worked at the 99¢ Store, saving pennies to someday explore the cinemascope #geography beyond the city limits—not live like her family, all stayers, root planters, moss gatherers. She’d be #history if she had ever made it past the county line.
Louisa Clark, influenced by influencers, worked at the 99¢ Store, saving pennies to someday explore the cinemascope #geography beyond the city limits—not live like her family, all stayers, root planters, moss gatherers. She’d be #history if she had ever made it past the county line.
November 8, 2025 at 5:42 AM
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Louisa Clark, influenced by influencers, worked at the 99¢ Store, saving pennies to someday explore the cinemascope #geography beyond the city limits—not live like her family, all stayers, root planters, moss gatherers. She’d be #history if she had ever made it past the county line.
Louisa Clark, influenced by influencers, worked at the 99¢ Store, saving pennies to someday explore the cinemascope #geography beyond the city limits—not live like her family, all stayers, root planters, moss gatherers. She’d be #history if she had ever made it past the county line.
#vss365
From fiction
I’ve learned to survive
empathy, history
how to navigate life
Biographic vulnerability
beginning to end
secrets spilled on
family and friend
Cautionary tales
fairytale starts
fated love stories
villainous hearts
My #education
from a young age
extracted, absorbed
page by page
From fiction
I’ve learned to survive
empathy, history
how to navigate life
Biographic vulnerability
beginning to end
secrets spilled on
family and friend
Cautionary tales
fairytale starts
fated love stories
villainous hearts
My #education
from a young age
extracted, absorbed
page by page
November 4, 2025 at 7:06 PM
#vss365
From fiction
I’ve learned to survive
empathy, history
how to navigate life
Biographic vulnerability
beginning to end
secrets spilled on
family and friend
Cautionary tales
fairytale starts
fated love stories
villainous hearts
My #education
from a young age
extracted, absorbed
page by page
From fiction
I’ve learned to survive
empathy, history
how to navigate life
Biographic vulnerability
beginning to end
secrets spilled on
family and friend
Cautionary tales
fairytale starts
fated love stories
villainous hearts
My #education
from a young age
extracted, absorbed
page by page
#vss365
We met in the wild
wed as I came of age
I kept his home
he kept a key to my rage
At night he still roamed free
but his love had made
a #domestic of me
until my dull kitchen knife
cut the strings
of man and wife
I returned to the wild
feral, free
He found a new wife
one who masters the key
We met in the wild
wed as I came of age
I kept his home
he kept a key to my rage
At night he still roamed free
but his love had made
a #domestic of me
until my dull kitchen knife
cut the strings
of man and wife
I returned to the wild
feral, free
He found a new wife
one who masters the key
November 3, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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Mitzi was a #creature of contention — born with a bone to pick. She fed on rumor and rivalry, and I was her rival.
You knew this and still met her after school, while I waited in the gym. I was wearing your letter jacket and class ring.
She was wearing you on her arm.
Mitzi was a #creature of contention — born with a bone to pick. She fed on rumor and rivalry, and I was her rival.
You knew this and still met her after school, while I waited in the gym. I was wearing your letter jacket and class ring.
She was wearing you on her arm.
November 3, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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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.
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.
November 1, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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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.
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.
October 31, 2025 at 6:01 PM
#vss365
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.
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.
#vss365
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.
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.
October 28, 2025 at 12:38 AM
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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.
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.
October 25, 2025 at 10:09 PM
#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
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
October 24, 2025 at 2:32 AM
#vss365
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.
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.
October 22, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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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.
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.
October 20, 2025 at 11:32 PM
#vss365
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.
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.
October 17, 2025 at 5:03 AM
#vss365
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.
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.
#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
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
October 14, 2025 at 11:54 PM
#vss365
Barefoot dancing,
splashing through life.
Lazing in clover,
racing across blacktop roads
Crayola-colored sunshine,
with sepia #undertones
Honeybees
Chiggers
Hot tar
Stings
Bites
Blister-burns
The world wore #raincoats;
I wore shame
No—
I never saw a #piranha,
only a boy
Who smiled at me
Barefoot dancing,
splashing through life.
Lazing in clover,
racing across blacktop roads
Crayola-colored sunshine,
with sepia #undertones
Honeybees
Chiggers
Hot tar
Stings
Bites
Blister-burns
The world wore #raincoats;
I wore shame
No—
I never saw a #piranha,
only a boy
Who smiled at me
October 13, 2025 at 5:38 PM
#vss365
Barefoot dancing,
splashing through life.
Lazing in clover,
racing across blacktop roads
Crayola-colored sunshine,
with sepia #undertones
Honeybees
Chiggers
Hot tar
Stings
Bites
Blister-burns
The world wore #raincoats;
I wore shame
No—
I never saw a #piranha,
only a boy
Who smiled at me
Barefoot dancing,
splashing through life.
Lazing in clover,
racing across blacktop roads
Crayola-colored sunshine,
with sepia #undertones
Honeybees
Chiggers
Hot tar
Stings
Bites
Blister-burns
The world wore #raincoats;
I wore shame
No—
I never saw a #piranha,
only a boy
Who smiled at me
#vss365
We face a new wave of societal morality—
our choices deemed #libertine,
our freedoms twisted into ehat they call sin.
Our survival is deemed degenerate too;
they label and libel,
they shade us in shame.
But I choose to walk in sunshine,
and when it rains,
I will be a rainbow.
We face a new wave of societal morality—
our choices deemed #libertine,
our freedoms twisted into ehat they call sin.
Our survival is deemed degenerate too;
they label and libel,
they shade us in shame.
But I choose to walk in sunshine,
and when it rains,
I will be a rainbow.
October 9, 2025 at 6:05 PM
#vss365
We face a new wave of societal morality—
our choices deemed #libertine,
our freedoms twisted into ehat they call sin.
Our survival is deemed degenerate too;
they label and libel,
they shade us in shame.
But I choose to walk in sunshine,
and when it rains,
I will be a rainbow.
We face a new wave of societal morality—
our choices deemed #libertine,
our freedoms twisted into ehat they call sin.
Our survival is deemed degenerate too;
they label and libel,
they shade us in shame.
But I choose to walk in sunshine,
and when it rains,
I will be a rainbow.