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Magpie's Mutters
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magpie-mutters 7 months ago
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Epistula ad Narcissum, primum
To Narcissus,
Are you so caught in your reflection That you cannot see the crumbling foundation The earth shifting beneath your feet, Letting you sink into it like quicksand
Are you so caught in your reflection That you would continue to starve Deprived of true intimate connection Every friendship around you at the core A one way street a spider spinning an unanchored web Unsteady because at any second you鈥檒l drift away in the breeze
Are you aware of how many coddle you How shielded you are Like a toddler people allowing for your damages
Gifting you chance after chance Oh no he can鈥檛 control that Oh no he is too simple too helpless We have to shield him for he doesn鈥檛 have the strength to stand alone
You are weak.
You think otherwise but rather than look at why you鈥檙e untethered - unanchored, you plead to everyone around you to keep you in place - to bolster you.
If you stop your push and pull your cruelty and kindness like ropes binding them to you then throwing them overboard they鈥檒l actually have a chance to look
To see your for the battering ram you are, willfully incapable of creating the fabric of companionship, love, and respect those around you are trying to form. You check their tightly woven threads to others, picking at them until you know you have just one holding them to you - one that you have the power to cut and one that you can marionette them with. Does that manipulation make you feel strong?
Is it lonely, Narcissus, to lack the way you do. To see no true equal but fight to believe you do. Do you ache for what some of us can weave, the thick silk ribbons gently wrapping around ourselves and those around us, beautiful strings of colors warping together into a shared map. Does your fragile web seem gray? Do you tire of your reflection?
Do you take joy in hurting people? Does unraveling other people make your web feel stronger? Do you see how fragile you are, little narcissus? A spiders delicate legs can snap so quickly, a flower can be plucked and its petals so easily crushed underfoot. A shiny toy is so easily snatched. A spider so easily plucked out of its web by a hungry magpie.
Do you fear me little narcissus?
~Magpie
P.S.
To Narcissus鈥檚 Pond,
He finds you beautiful because you reflect the most beautiful parts of him. But a pond is teeming with life and beauty of its own. It need not reflect a simple man and a man will keep away everything a pond needs to thrive. It will keep away other creatures and life. It will drive away any other sustenance. He leaves you starving and starves the forest around you. You mean so much to him because of what you give him not who you are. A pond can be wise and ancient and powerful but not when it鈥檚 bowing to the whim of such a man. I beg you, flourish little pond.
~Magpie
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magpie-mutters 10 months ago
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prima ad Keres, Nemesis, Eris et Ate a pica
To the Keres, Nemesis, Eris, and Ate,聽
I build to a point of destruction and wrath where the only pace would be to claw my skin off my face and tear myself out of this body.聽
There comes a point when the scale seems stuck and one itches for a rash decision, the push of fate, the choice of no return聽
To teeter on the balance聽
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聽 聽 聽 To fall to one side聽
I crave recklessness and chaos as if it's the only retribution I鈥檒l know and the only one silence will gift me. I hunger for it with a feeling that gnaws at me with sharp teeth and claws. I keep my nails blunt.聽
I feel the urge to burn it all to the ground - all the relationships that ever stung or nipped at my heels. The call of a deep void. But I stand my ground.聽
The feral cowed part inside me begs to bless the world around me in ruin.聽
Blind.聽
Reckless.聽
Ruin.聽
as if it thinks that will staunch the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness.聽
I hold those feelings close to me like one holds a wild animal desperate for escape.聽
At times I feel like I鈥檓 just a body shaped cage carrying a cacophonous flock of birds from room to room, wings ruffling, screeching, beating against the bars, beaks sharp and eyes shining, fighting to get out.聽
~Magpie
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magpie-mutters 10 months ago
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Pica Polyhymnia ad Prima Epistola
Polyhymnia,聽
I move, jointed, through life - all angles - in a world that feels it should be round.聽
It is difficult to dance with the world. They鈥檙e hearing a melody I fear I don鈥檛. I鈥檓 all elbows and corners, dancing around the ribbons and streamers people are composed of. They hold the fabric so tightly around them in layers that I tried to, too, to dull the corners, round my space.聽
But, fabric couldn鈥檛 clip my edges, they wore through, frayed edges becoming my streamers. Ribbons couldn鈥檛 hide my shape nor make me float midair.聽
I can only mime so long before the miming is all I know. I become a facade with nothing holding me up, a hollow. The people around me are brimming with life and joy. It bubbles over the edges of their vessels, spilling out of heavy bottomed jars and curved flasks. A facade can鈥檛 hold the liquid, it鈥檚 drawn thin trying to mimic a shape it can never snap to.聽
I plummet, wings pinioned by the wind. My shape falling isn鈥檛 aerodynamic; it's sharp, the wind cutting the corners and ripping edges. My frayed ribbon pulls and pulls on me until suddenly聽
It tears away and I keep falling but the streamers and kites never learned to fly, why would I. No one I know could teach me. The dance midair becomes macabre. I鈥檓 too frightened for now to open my wings to glide but I will one day.
~Magpie
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