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tw: violence, self-harm hand-in-hand, push to strike, blades affixed and clutches tight, spill our guts, kill on sight, knife fight knife fight hand-in-hand, hand to wall, mirrors shatter, luck will fall, bloody knuckles, out of spite, knife fight knife fight hand-in-hand, hand to gut, suffocat...

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Welcome, friends, to the May Prompt Event I may be an old retiree, but May has always been a special month for me, so I can't up the opportunity to host this month's prompt event once again. And of course, I also have the honour of offering a title to anyone...

boys have it way too good, and i’m starting to see that ignorance protects them only for so long before they disappear— banished to the jungle emerging from their skin, to disgusted designations that allow them to revel in their own filth, safe, at least. the others will flee— the lucky ones, with...

on a night that is cold, by decree of its name, we behold a world that seems so huge, yet bleak, a vast expanse of broken dreams they all glow with a coat of implosive regret for the moat of rain around the waned defence wherein resides a heart condensed locked away, held astray by the anguish and...

i love you all the way to my heart and back— it sounds silly, an absurd analogy because really it’s just a few layers of skin and a couple bones between the threats of the world and the tight, confined space surrounding the beating instrument in my chest, what a short journey— but, i ask you to cons...

i had no idea there was this much of me hidden underneath a young boy(?) asleep on the forest floor stirs when the treetops clear, pulling back the dark ceiling of nighttime’s fleeting dreams. a luminescent squeal from above reminds him of a time never before when his paled flesh had been so expose...

poem on standby

poem on standby

cw: self-harm i’m only alive when i’m closest to dying and it happens that it’s always the time i’m laying with you (save your razorblades) precautions predictions premeditations and inflictions that talk to me you whisper dust in my ear reminding me that i shouldn’t breathe out in the o...

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tw: addiction yesterday night i couldn't stop sneezing all the nurses gave me looks and i had to make a million silent promises that no, it's not covid and no, i don't need to go home, but it would make my job a whole lot eaiser if they all could just lay off for a bit man, i've only been he...