#tw tearing skin
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shayandwildlifepack · 3 months ago
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3rd & 4th poems to post. Posting these together cause they are related.
Tw/cw: violence(?), tearing skin, and bone mention.
Bare my Teeth and Tear 'my' Skin & Bare my Claws and Tear 'my' Skin
I want to bare my teeth
And tear at 'my' skin
Until all that's left
Is the bone underneath
For the bone will be
More right than the skin
Despite it still
Being wrong
But I cannot
For this body's
Teeth are not sharp
Enough to tear the skin
So I bare my teeth
At the image in the mirror
For it is wrong
It is not right
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I want to bare my claws
And tear at 'my' skin
Until all that's left
Is the bone underneath
For the bone will be
More right than the skin
Despite it still
Being wrong
But I cannot
For this body's
'Nails' are not sharp
Enough to tear the skin
So I bare my claws
At the image in the mirror
For it is wrong
It is not right
- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/it)
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friedri-ce · 11 months ago
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thought it'd be really cool if gabriel turned into a fallen angel...
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tomahachi12 · 3 months ago
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Cyn has had enough
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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year ago
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Resurrected the lab au for a second to make Lab Cesar look worse
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emjiajia · 8 months ago
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Kiss kiss~
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erikthehopelessartist · 7 months ago
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cz: Trhající se agónie
en: The Ripping Agony
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alaskas-space-project · 11 days ago
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this is just a vent post. I’m on holiday so I want to get this out so I doesn't affect my mood elsewhere. Maybe it will be relatable? tldr: middle child syndrome + grief + some anger?
being the middle child of three, with the oldest having cancer and the youngest well, being a toddler and requiring care in your formative years kind of fucks you up a little I think. Like, I could never hate my parents for what they did because what else could they have done? It’s not like I was neglected or anything. I was just a easy child who would entertain myself because I had to.
and it’s such an ugly feeling because I can’t ever hate my brothers. I can’t hate someone whose dead or someone who was just a baby. I can’t hate my parents. There’s no one at fault, really. But it hits me hard when I see the photos of the daddy-days my little brother had. Or just now, when he’s having a nice goodnight chat. I wish I had that when I was four or seven or ten instead of having a nanny look after me so my parents can be in the hospital or sobbing my lungs out over my brother or being numb numb numb numb I could have had my parents attention be solely on me.
it’s middle child syndrome + quiet female autism ig
I remember my birthday where the days finally ticked over and I lived longer than my brother did. When I lived longer without him that with him. and it’s so awkward telling people. They ask how many siblings I have and I have to say—“oh just one” because it’s so awkward being like “two but ones dead” and then they’re like “oh my god… I’m so sorry” like yup!! Okay!! You’re not cancer don’t apologise! Let’s move on with the day because if I talk about it for too long I’ll be nine again and unable to breathe because I don’t remember what he looks like anymore!
and grief is so fucked up because again, it’s been so long. And yet I will still just burst into tears sometimes? I’ll open up the old Minecraft world and just… or we talk about cancer in health class and I have to stare hard at something because my ears are ringing. Or maybe someone mentions those hospital beds that move up and down and I remember giggling on one of those as my brother moved it up and down with a little button and he had an IV in his bony hand but he said he was glad it was him instead of me. Or maybe I see one of his old friends around high school and think fuck, he would have been eighteen this year. Would he have driven me out to the mall and bought me a new lip-gloss when I lost my favourite one? Would he have helped me with homework? Would he play my sports with me? What course would he have taken in Uni? Would he recognise me? Do we still have the same eyes?
i think maybe it fucks you up a little.
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calanthe-d · 4 months ago
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Quick sketch I did at work (I'm welln't)
Might make it a proper drawing some day, I just had to get it out of my system, it has been in my head for days now.
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2mimikyute4u · 7 months ago
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Logical brain: the wound on your leg is itchy because it is healing and "itchy" is a normal step in the healing process!! leave it alone.
Mentally ill brain: the wound on your leg is itchy because underneath your carefully and somewhat recently applied bandaging is MILLIONS of bugs and they yearn to eat your flesh. you should rip off the bandages and also any existing scabbing to check for bugs!! :)
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mushroomjar · 1 year ago
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I talk a lot about cannibalism for someone who can't stand the taste of blood
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l3m-ns00da · 1 year ago
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I have some thoughts about the thing on qBad's head actually might be being an injury
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fenyrinn · 10 months ago
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cherrio-krispz · 2 years ago
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dear stars help me
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emjiajia · 1 year ago
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Recent doodles of Artem!!!
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Summer vibes & the one Artem u ordered
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spacewives-in-spacetime · 2 years ago
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reblog and put in the tags what's one area on your body that you keep re-injuring
and how/why
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kittensintinytophats · 2 years ago
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NEW PROFESSOR LAYTON GAME!!!!!!!
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