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you were born
with too much fluid—
let it leak and seep slowly,
soften marrow and swell;
they heal broken and—
leave me no choice, condensing;
you are thickened, viscous mucus,
born with too much—
set quickly and break shattering,
welled up; relief's in the marrow,
let it swell, condensing lungs—
born with tension;
take the bones so they heal—
slowly, like the river grows.
with too much fluid—
let it leak and seep slowly,
soften marrow and swell;
they heal broken and—
leave me no choice, condensing;
you are thickened, viscous mucus,
born with too much—
set quickly and break shattering,
welled up; relief's in the marrow,
let it swell, condensing lungs—
born with tension;
take the bones so they heal—
slowly, like the river grows.
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Literature
Krasis
we are but remnants
of warmth, imprints
of colors;
time piranhas
to our footpaths,
our blooming forgotten
in the face of a blue moon,
autumnal harvest wreckage,
long-necked and
searching
Literature
Broken Respite (tw)
“Where does this all end for you?” Elizabeth asked as they sat on her fire escape drinking separate cups of tea.
The Mirror King took a long drag of his cigarillo and immediately blew the smoke out without taking the time to taste it.
“In my throne room. Resplendent. Faithless courtiers currying for favor, pretending they didn’t do the same for my usurper. Training my brother’s replacement, after I murder him for never stepping in. Expanding my power so no one ever forgets what really happened once the deposed king regained his throne.”
His tone was unreadable. All at the same time it sounded hopeful, bi
Literature
In Spiration
so you fill your pockets with dirt
and plant fistfuls of memories
praying that someone will shoot
but the only thing that grows
is disillusionment
so indifference keeps the lighter to the spoon
and you draw up every drop of lost souls
aching to taste the ones you had
but some deaths
are bigger than other deaths
so you're only human
and to survive you've done terrible, terrible things
unbelieving in the promises of future
but this
is not the end
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EDIT: punctuation, some wording, that stupid last line B)
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Gorgeous
The fluidity (no pun intended) is lovely. You truly have a gift for poetic flow.
The fluidity (no pun intended) is lovely. You truly have a gift for poetic flow.