#circa 2023

[notjaycakes]

Last year I did tiny ceramics + a quick 2 hr throwing sesh on the same day hours apart.

I start my 6 week pottery classes Saturday, I am excited.

[thatwolficorn]

There's a little mutuals tag next to the names of your mutuals now??

[brainbowied]

no flies on alice

somewhere off the coast she was floating on a piece of buttered toast which did most to catch the flies in the lids of her cloying eyes and feed her nagging locust

out of focus the static in her mind became an opus a sleight of strained hand marching band to an audience of snarling flies

so she closed the blinds of her honeyed mind where you couldn’t tell how long she fell or far she’d gone or lights were on or if anyone had been home all along

[victim-0f-my-0wn-mind]

[mysoulspiralbound]

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[heretowin]

Social media has me in wanting to be mother today.... Probably won't be having kids (on purpose) until I'm 30ish. Assuming I've met a good man by then.

[brainbowied]

specter in the closet

she’d fallen into lines of pockets playing in her parents’ closet finding lockets,  dockets, and other sockets to stick her fingers in

and on the shelf of the closet sat a specter in victorian hat and splendid buckle shoes singing mooning blues in a crooning, bruising tune of woe that carried to the window

and so they wouldn’t know when time came to sweep the floor she locked the closet door like her parents before hoping it wouldn’t bother them anymore

[brainbowied]

the magician

he made me laugh when his hat bore a rabbit and a second time purely out of habit but only twice and never thrice for my tender heart would never allow it

i’m not so naive i won’t be pulled from just anyone’s sleeve

‘til he opened the valve of my heart and aflutter! doves melted to a pad of butter on the drum roll of his second act

but just before he saws me in half i do him one better, i make like houdini and i disappear forever before he ever guesses my card

[brainbowied]

sour fruit

withdrawn and fawning the King claims the pawn in a thumb war while the Queen weeps from an open sore down the velvet walls of her soured core

comatose and mostly grossly overgrown around her ivory throne hung a ring of plastic thorns which scored into her face a scorned, mourning sort of forlorn look like a worn stone angel in a cemetery

for the posies and roses had turned the noses of all the Kingsmen, never to return again to claim the fruit she bore

[brainbowied]

the little red balloon

zoom, zoom! the little red balloon fumes passed clouds high blown like pupils wide to watch it go by

up there you could faintly hear the old toll, toll of iron over a grassy knoll doling a cold, controlled passage of fleeting parole

otherwise a sunny day in fields of green where children play and behind the rind of their appled eyes a cherry pie in the sky on the wings of a butterfly as they watch it go by

[victim-0f-my-0wn-mind]