2015
07.28

Written as a series of around ten short one page poems I wrote one night many years ago when I was feeling quite angry and bitter and upset indeed.

There should not be any triggery stuff in this one, but… use caution: it is still not a nice one.

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2015
07.28

Written as a series of around ten short one page poems I wrote one night many years ago when I was feeling quite angry and bitter and upset indeed.

Trigger warnings: much violence, blood.

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2015
07.28

Written as a series of around ten short one page poems I wrote one night many years ago when I was feeling quite angry and bitter and upset indeed.

one day I will go to a place where I cannot be found
and I will tell no one whither I am bound
for my words to live I have to give them of my own life
and one day I will fade
my words the only things
which remains
and it will not be enough

one day I will go to a place where no one can find me
where no friendships or duties can continue to bind me
where I can once again be free
to just be me
and me alone;
everything else will be gone
and I will leave my friends with this and only this:
words and stories
shards and fragments
of what I was
that can live on without me

and it will not be enough

2015
07.16

To Know The Rain

i want to throw my head back and scream
“nothing matters but the rain!”

i want to whisper back to the sound
“i love you – i love you, rain”

sounds of remembrance, sounds forgotten
the sound of thunder, the sound of rain

the darkness who has always been the same
the only one who can outlive the rain

the thunder who was before fire was
the thunder who is always chasing the rain

i want to walk into the world reborn
the world and my spirit washed by the rain

i want to pray with the sound of the water
for a new beginning all shrouded in rain

i want to read the old secret languages
the streams on the window and sand by the rain

i want to share this with you; the smell
and the taste and the caress of the rain

i want to take your hand, lead you into the dark
i want you to know the rain

i want you to know the rain
my heart was drowned in a torrent of rain

i want you to know the rain
because nothing matters but the rain

2015
06.05

The Clay People

A woman gets kidnapped by a mysterious stranger who sings to her and then kills her.  Then she wakes up somewhere else.

Content/trigger warnings: murder, strangulation, body horror, crushing.  People made of clay, if this is something that bothers you.  They are literally made of clay.

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2015
06.04

This is a story/diary entry thing I wrote for/about one of my roleplaying characters for the game Anarchy Online by Funcom.  It’s already online in some other places, so I will put it here as well.

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2015
06.04

Eat Your Greens

“eat your greens, eat your greens,” they said
but they never really clarified which greens
so I sit here with aconite leaves on my plate
and jimsonweed braided into my hair
skin coloured purple-blue by belladonna

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2015
06.04

Content warning: gruesome dismemberment, putting someone in a meat mincer one part at a time.
I was very incredibly upset when I wrote this, as you can quite possibly tell.

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2015
06.04

Anger

something moving there
beneath her skin
thorny pointy razorblade spine
her smile turning into a grin
and then into a smirk
and then an almost serene
quiet calm

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2015
06.04

where do rats go when they die
and where does that thing go –
that thing deep inside them?
not the green, wobbly bit
but the thing behind their eyes?
that part of them that knows that
they are separate from the shadows
outside of the candle light?

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