#posting this because I got reminded I had this after writing the gayest poetry for nunalastor yesterday

[lu-lus-dicks]

I have to go to work and be there all day today so I'll be busy. I dunno how to entertain y'all (at this point I think everyone in the polycule just entertains eachother without me lmao)

So for the time being you can have the poetry I wrote in 2023. Just in case

Tw: mentions of suicide (aka soupersexual)

The poem, much like it's writer, is nameless

To the person that doesn't exist

Does hell burn your corpse?

To the person that doesn't exist

Does heaven make it feel worse?

To the person that never existed

Do you find yourself you?

Does it feel like a privilege,

Or does it weigh you down too?

Do you think yourself selfish

For seeking a crowd?

Admire the ants through a glass

While you live in a cloud

Does it ever get lonely

Without perception of time?

Does prevention of living

Come dozen a dime?

To the person I see in the mirror

Did you make up your name?

If I don't exist

How can I be to blame

And when you stay stagnant

And bide by your time

Is it the death of an animal

Or suicide?

To a person that just isn't yet

Do you see yourself clear?

To the person who may not yet

Can you know how to feel?

Don't judge me by my cover

Becase the pages are blank