A Breath of AutumnAn inhale of cool air,A feeling I'd forgotten,Passing through then gone again,Take in a breath of autumn It's creeping in,Sneaking past,Poking through the summerA fleeting glimpse,It doesn't last,This heat is such a bummer.you've died many timesI could bury you,just like I did with those before you.You get better at it with age;letting go.Just like you taught me.ЖаждаПеределай нашу жаждув море глубиной ступней.Раскрывай наши жаждыв нереальную модель. Покажи нашей жаждечто у всех вкус ужасный.Покажи как ты видишьнашу реальность. (Ух, какая гадость.)Apartment PrincessA single drop of water from the tea cup. What are we doing here, apartment princess? Drunk on the platonic concept of two stories, and fairytales about suburban homing. Oh, chinita bitch, this is not your calling. Set down the white porcelain teacup, don’t spill it on the awning. The fable cat is sleeping, tired of talking about the swan princess. High on the concept of a home with spiral stairs, fungus is circularly growing on the mattresses. What’s so crazy is that you eyed your friends apartment, fantasize about letting the bathtub tap running until the entire edifice is coated in liquid. What are we doing here, apartment princess? Let it burn and let it drip.mundanity exhaustedI am layingOn the floorMy guts spilled outI am exhaustedMad at myselfI did againA mundanity I cannot manageLullaby for the end of the worldFreedom in the form of a water drop Wind gently carrying me Let this place burn to the ground And from it sprout the night’s dream Waves in the pottery Glaze what’s left of the earth Kiss my cheek and wish me good luck I will be weightless and float upwards I’ll fall in love with the sunrise I’ll say goodbye when the sun falls Curtain going down on the landscape Mantle of night I can see all A clear map of the sky dome Etheric waterfalls when I close eyes Interlace fingers with the firmament Kiss me goodnight and I’ll slumber Like the glimmers of the sea when the night comesChanged the belt on my vacuum cleaner today.I changed the belt in my vacuum todayI'm not sure if it worksI can see its chamber fillA lone dust bunny spinningBut I remember daysWhen the dust would crackleThrough her insidesAnd the proud mechanical whirOf her brush rolling on the carpetBut today a gust of windPulls into a leak, somewhereAnd though the chamber is fullSo much has been left behindA loose red thread sticks to the floorMocking the two of usAnd I feel the ache in my wristThe weight of my bodyAs I pluck the thread to tossINSEPARABLEdownload and read our zine through the link below!! https://manyface.itch.io/inseparableBlood chrysalisI pick at my skin unzipping my charade, with enough scabful bloodletting I’ll be bathed entirely. As the blood will harden into a carapace, and I’ll emerge as perfect out of my blood chrysalis.Still hereAre you still here with me?With your paws and your feet?Are you still here with me?You sweet little thing? If you are still here,then you never will leave.Past death will persist,your sweet little ears. Past death will persist,and they never will leave.Your sweet little patters,your whiskers and caress.Past death you persist,you sweet little thing. And I’ll carry you, I’ll carry you, I’ll carry you;forever with me.Past death you persist,you sweet little thing And I’ll carry you, carry you, carry you, carry you, carry you;so you can still persist.You sweet little thing. With your sweet little eyes,a ticklish design,and your sweet little ears,forever with me.Princess ApartmentKhrushchevka royalty, apartment-bred The stump in the courtyard houses a fairy There’s a hollowed out brick with a spider scary Shadowed by a hollow box, of princess apartment Concrete Rumanov, will you rot in the forest or in a Cementery? a house elf left a print in the cement, now the path has the hole of a coin sized hoof Leave a leaf under your pillow, four more if you’re behind on payment, Gnomes tend to be forgiving debtors Spriggans shouldn’t be landlords They burst the bubble in ‘08 Blamed it on that NFT monkeyfig economyCan’t afford a single stump this age They’re demanding twice the berries for the same The price of acorn hats are also rising But snail eggs stay the same They’re actually getting cheaper I saw some for free but I didn’t want them9/25/24The patter of pawsteps and the crisp crunch of leaves.The patter of two racing hearts as wind whips through fur.The iron tang of red staining the fresh snow.Delicate snowflakes drift dusting eternal stillnessmellowA mild inconvenience at best The rope against my skin can only be so gentle Up to what point can you rewire the self Time plays against one’s favorwas not a prey but was a songbirdRemember me sing, I did it for you. Now I do it so I’m fed, I sing it for me. Tear out the wings, feathers flying. But there was hesitance when you left my broken body.Now and ForeverI am trapped hell of my own design.Of creation. Of destruction.Of healing. Of suffering. I was a great and all-knowing force.A guide across a new, unfamiliar immortal coil.Forgiving and yieldingas I led you across this great space. I thought you to be small.To be ignorant.To be entirely unaware of the plans I had for you.Of the deception I had weaved. After all, how could a mere mortal ever measure up to a God?Mortals know nothing of forever. And now here I stand,like a newborn deer in spring.Unsure of my footing.My own form foreign. In sparing me, you have killed me a thousand times. I am now beneath the very creatures I chose to guide.A mere ant. A speck. A great nothing.I have no power here.No real strength to call my own. I had seen endless sunsets.The rise and fall of civilizations.Witnessed the crash of continents. I understood what it was to be mortal.They lived a mere blink, desperate and afraid,and then they died wholly insignificant. Yet, you made me sit in those fields,as though I had a choice,to listen to the babble of the brook.Not to consider the raging river it may become,but to enjoy it, just as it was. The flowers bounced softly on the breeze;somewhere children shouted,birds sang, trees swayedknowing nothing of eons pastand nothing of tomorrow. I held the universe in my hands.Yet, only now do I seem to understand it.Its intricacies, its nuances.The gentle touch of a summer’s day. In the end, perhaps I was destined to fail.For all of my deceptions, I knew so little.Ignorant to each water drop that created the stream.Each little drip that led to my downfall. After all, how could a God ever challenge a mortal?Gods know nothing of the now.trophycat in a boxJust please have mercy I beg you please Just pull the trigger And I’ll have rest Don’t keep me guessing All this time My mind is rotting from insidePeople of the SuitcaseA country is a schoolIf you're new you don't fit inDon't have my books, is this my classNo one likes to start again At home we eat different foodLoosely translated ingredientsNobody's been close since we movedBut we'll make newer friends Because one thing's trueYou brought your hate along with youBecause you're a bigot tooAs for me, so not for you Kick the ladder once you climbYour card's greener on the other sideYour American right not to empathizeYet it could still be you another time They don't have a roofChased by storms, war, illnessA child's cries to sootheYour burden is but to witness Hate is the mother of every foolBut you were tasked with belongingFor more hate there's always roomHoping your accent will be forgiven Because one thing's trueYou brought your hate along with youBecause you're a bigot tooAs for me, so not for you When you close your eyesYou know it isn't rightBut you compartmentalizeTell yourself you believe his lies God's mercy was provedAs you packed your suitcaseTo you they're animals in a zooEven if one has your own faceAttempt at lifeEveryone’s a victim of their own story. And every breath you take; attempts at life upon your body. Your heart is hitting you, in an act of violence. Blood vessels bind you, This beating is tireless.StayEverytime you leave you leave forever And when you come back it’s ephemeralOurovoracityEat each other like a twisted Ouroboros Neutralize into nothingness, but fear not It’s so simple, the theory arose the sum of all our parts will equal zero