2015
06.04

Schooldays

a dreaded place where all knows my name
and yet no one will speak it
every hour and day all the same
a spell and no one will break it

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2015
06.04

My love is like the desert
my love it is like
the Wailing Wastes
ever shifting grains of sand
you can try to estimate it
weigh it or collect it
but the deeper you dig
the more sand you’ll find

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2015
06.04

People

people wander and people stay
people bend, are shaped like clay
people search and people stray
people are people, come what may

2015
06.02

Vanity

The third story in a series I wrote about the seven deadly sins.  Sadly, also the last one I got around to write.  Or perhaps thankfully.

Content warning: terrible nightmares, murder and/or disfigurement by acid.

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2015
06.02

Greed

The second story in a series I wrote about the seven deadly sins.

Trigger warning: stabbing and death, much bleeding.  Someone being a terrible, terrible person.

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2015
06.02

Lust

The first story I wrote in a series on the seven deadly sins.

Content warning: a lot of consensual sex.  Everyone is very, very happy.  There is opium incense and a lot of wine.  Light bleeding.

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2015
06.02

One time I woke up in the middle of the night, with this poem in full in my head.  It’s a poem about the cat that walked by himself.

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2015
06.02

Autumn Apples

spicy nutmeg and crystalline honey
walls like dusty reptilian skin
the shadows of falling leaves
dancing over the floor

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2015
06.02

No Nightingale to Sing Now

no nightingale to sing now..

once you used to hide in the darkness
of the deepest night-shroud
in whispering trees
where leaves protected you
hid you
even from the pale moonlight
until the morning-birds
once again called for the dawn

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2015
06.02

Is it Time Yet?

is it time to leave yet?
is it time to pack up and let go?
is it time to eradicate all the signs
of my existence once again?

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