it is slowly getting brighter outside.
the horror clawing at me as my eyes snap open,
terrified of images that are intangible
and cannot harm me any longer.
it is slowly getting brighter outside.
we mourn the empirical fastenings
of those who came before
most now dead and buried in swill;
beheaded
as they had their time, so shall I
as they loved, so shall I
as they died in a thousand ways,
fractals spinning through space
through the human mind
eternally soaring in mist and
touching heaven for but a moment
before all, all is lost
and down they fall into the black
window of obscurity;
so shall I.
I am holding my bloody heart out to you, my hands stained with red from holding it for so long.
and while you are not the person who ripped it out of my chest,
you are the person I am trusting to take care of it.
maybe you can put it back in for me.
hiiiii i know this is really stupid and idk if u even remember what we became mutuals for (frankenstein. i think) but ive always loved ur poetry since the day i knew that u posted that stuff but ive been too shy to say anything of it cuz i do gen admire ur writing like A Lot. i also just realised somehow i havent reblogged any of ur writing at all so. Let Me Amend That
i'm not usually this awkward talking to people i swear 😭😭 im good at talking to ppl i admire and shoot a compliment very quickly but it's like. idk i just Really like ur poetry
omg! I should really write some more soon I’ve just been so busy 😭 we should talk Frankenstein sometime though!
the screaming that bounces around the inside of my skull is back to grace me with its presence. guttural and keening and feral.
i take another sip from my soda can and pretend i do not hear it, because to let it out into the world, where it would transform from visceral agony to banal noise, would be worse than enduring it silently. at least this way i can still feel it. at least this way no one else has to.
How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong
have a cat.
being trans is a bit like
running hands over yourself and thinking
“i cannot wait for there to be a scar there
in the place of something else”
to know that all that will be left is the mark
a tangible reminder of how the creator wronged you
and how you made it right
We're going to be adapting Carmilla!
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Dirt road Polna droga
I am not a girl,
but rather a boy in the way
that I am burdened a daughter.
disappointingly so.
21. poetry, stream-of-consciousness, musings, aesthetic posts
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