lastleaponthatswing

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My anger is a loving thing. It grows, and it changes. It keeps me warm in its shedded skin. My baby whispers in my ears to let it in. She guides me hands to clenched fists so she can hold me dear.

He kisses my knuckles against his chapped lips, scraping my skin. Anger loves to see the colour, and much as I don't like to think, as do I. Blood to the surface, singing for violence. Down my palms, it drips from my hands.

They meet in morbid cacophony. Divine like an executioner sword. Like angels of victory holding evil cut at its head.

I fear justice isn't always righteous.

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you're born a star and then wound up in the background

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IC 417, Spider

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dead bird

once

when i was old enough

not to realize i was

still a child i saw a

dead bird in the

unkempt and unmowed late

spring grass it is strange to see

a bird that is still i can faintly

see myself bringing out a small

shovel from the garage blowing

a frustrated sigh as dirt crept under

my nails gently placing the body

a few inches under and feeling

i had just done a great thing

i do not know if i miss

that child and the way she saw

dead birds but sometimes

i will stare directly into

the eyes of a dead animal

just to remind myself that

i could bury it if

i chose to

Written April 2024

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everytime I dream about you, I sleep a little longer.

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The Water’s End

Old voices rejoice, an old song gone. A world of damnation on silent winds. A heave and hoe of a mast on a ship. A sail of way beyond the years. Swords and shields, fire ablaze- a world of ash and haze. “Gods, please help me-“ They beg and ponder, but never once, will they touch the water.

Afraid of the sea. Afraid of the wind. Afraid of the different ways they sinned. The siren’s song, a luring call. Our love, an empty haul.

A simple husk to break and bend. At dusk we sail, it never ends. Fire will burn this place to ash. Rage fuels the flame, and the monsters slash. I bring you freedom, and I bring you song. Is there no way for us to get along?

Wisdom is few and far between, yet from a profit, shall set us free.

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I will be great in the way the tree roots

Grip the earth, unwilling to let go

Until the world swallows me whole

With the skies drifting in my mind

My blood boils down into iron

Made just for me to write

Scriptures with a sword

In the blink of an eye; a light years time

I will run between and throughout

Observed and dissected

I will never die

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"The stars will guide me home."

-Wing

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Mercury sits as a pebble in my shoe

show me my mother grasping my fingers

Carefully

Fire licks at my spleen like.

The sensation of maggots

squirm in my pelvis

A glass shard feeds my skin separated flesh

My garden grows sunflowers tall and aching

They tug at the roots of my hair tangling snakes

Eating the meat of eachothers water

Sirens make believe stories of vibrating vocal cords

Entice me, quickly, quietly

Forgive my sweet tea leaves sticking to your porcelain

Heaven will bless my wrath

Forgive.

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"No sire I will not be following you on Tumblr"

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"My desire is bigger than my heart"

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hyenas scavenge

carcasses

hunger lingers

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heaven breaks soft

sunshowers

soothe jagged grief

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Dreams don't always work but that doesn't mean I do not deserve to dream.

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REASON 107 TO CHOOSE THE BEAR//phoebe.a.poetry Via Instagram

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I wanna talk about the weird Holly Black Vampire Pandemic Book, please. Can I please just talk about the road trip with vampires and a weirdo guy, please? He was such a little weirdo and they tried to put him in skinny hot boy jeans and he was still so deeply freaky, I loved it. 

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Squirrel circa 2023