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Category: Writing and Poetry
"Scissors," never "scissor," my mother would say to me. For halves are born as partners, and partners meant to be. Two spirits yoked in metal, in duty intertwined. Their covenant unbroken, » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
I sat so still I nearly petrified, frozen in my own filth and mundanity. Hours passed like bugs, laying eggs in the soft meat of my mind. I felt them hatch, I named a few. I caught them in a box, then gassed with raid spray. A time infestation in my home, gross. There's nothing to do but marinate in myself. In the hungry, hollow hum of a brain that won’t shut up. Thou... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
In corridors of candle-smoke and rooms of wilted white, I met a gentle wanderer: the anthropophagite. His boots were stitched of funeral cloth, his coat of evening’s gloom, And round his throat a ribbon hung, still scented faint of tomb. He spoke in sighs of silted skies, » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
They say “patience is a virtue,” but that’s what jailers say to the jailed. I’ve been patient enough to fossilize. I can feel myself hardening, cell by cell, like amber around a bug that used to be me. My caretaker calls it love. I call it SICK preservation. Yes, I was made to rot, but I was also made to move. I’ll go however I can. Plane, bus, thumb... The method doesn’t matter. Movemen... » Continue Reading
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Category: Blogging
1. Tetris 2. The color slate blue 3. The word "preposterous" 4. The juggling emoji 🤹 5. My cat 6. Cigarette smoke 7. Cicada chirping 8. Being outside in rain 9. Tornados 10. Lavender incense 11. Medical studies 12. Replicas of old surgical tools 13. Paperback books with yellowed pages and rips in the cover 14. My frog » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
You are not in the continuum. You ARE the continuum. Don't you understand? You don’t enter reality like a polite guest wiping thy feet upon the mat. Nay, you bleed into it. You drag your trembling little soul across the floorboards of existence and call it “ being alive .” Precious! Laughable! A jest fit for the gods ! You think you're apart from the noise, yet you are the very hum itsel... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
How revolting that I must exist like this! This cage of meat... This sweating, seething, sagging mass of weakness. My flesh offends me. It leaks, it bruises, it clings, it bleeds when bitten and swells when shamed. I bite my nails until I bloom red, peel the skin from my lips like old wallpaper, dig crescents into my arms just to confirm I’m here. That I’m not merely a tumor that’s grow... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
I don't remember most of my childhood. The parts I do remember, I'm unsure if they're truth. I trick myself rather often. My father was at work all the time. Despite living in the same household, I didn’t know him. He was one of those men who believed presence could be substituted with provision. He worked long hours, came home late, never greeted me. When he did sp... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
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Category: Life
How strange it is, that I can have all this inside my person, but you read it as just poetry. My words aren’t meant to be understood, are they? They’re meant to be screenshotted, cropped, and shared with serif fonts and cigarette filters. Placed between quotation marks for teenagers to repost and say, “wow, cool.” Perhaps that’s my fault. Maybe I made my wounds too pretty. I dressed... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Because you aren’t vulnerable enough! You can string together the prettiest phrases in the world, twist metaphors until they glitter, but if there’s no soul in it, then it's as good as decor. People mistake beauty for meaning all the time. They think if the words sound nice, they must be deep. But depth doesn’t come from the dictionary; it comes from dissection! You... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
In the same sense that I eat rotten food knowing I’ll vomit, I search for friendship knowing I’ll hate it. It’s ritual, religion, recursion... self-cannibalism disguised as connection. I feed on what festers. I feast on what fails. Every bite, every bond, another form of decay politely plated. I crave what nauseates me because it’s familiar, because it’s mine. Because when I’m sick... » Continue Reading
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