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traditional sketch I did in a class some months ago
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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.TrainYou’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.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 monkeySimilar ArtworksSee Morearrow_outward