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I draw drawings the same way a snail slides on dry concrete
YOUR HEART IS HITTING YOU IN AN ACT OF VIOLENCE
BLOOD VESSELS BIND YOU, THIS BEATING IS TIRELESS
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collectionsHemengoaBakarrik nire heriotzannire ahoan aurkituko dutenongoa nintzen.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 comesBlood 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 themmellowA 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.cat 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 insideAttempt 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 zeroNotes AppWords break down and fall apart Which hand was left, which one was right? Was it verse or was it prose Does this rhyme or does it not I can’t just write when you’re right here It hurts to even hold the quill Could you just please not look at me? The spill of ink, the sound of keyboard Some lines you keep, pages you hide Notes app entry of rhyming grievances Read in phonetics not quite right You can’t quite grasp all the theory Find moderate sense within the rhythm The lines read awkward, and you’re left feeling The filler words might be the reasongirlrottingThe unused broom matches your hair.The dust in the room shares your DNA.Particles of skin float across empty space.A dried husk of flesh lays on the bed.trophyTrainYou’ll be chased to your breaking point.Tie me to the tracks and just let it go.My vitals go off - they told me I’m screwed;My ribs do not feel but my hearing still works.No pleading will do as no one is here,I wish for unconsciousness; that it all were a dream.But I’m kept awoken by the sirens I hear.If this is my fate well then so be it.But my screams won’t be silent,And my death won’t be near.Move againAnd I swear I will stay,until your abdomen starts moving again.I miss when you did that.Muscles so tense and they were so alive.I don’t want you to die.A withered body;wobbly, immobile.Could your lungs move again?At least for one day.I’ll be the flesh to your bones,The diaphragm that moves.And the heart that still beats.For what used to be You.