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aggrandized-nomine · 3 years
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Shirley Jackson, The haunting of hill house
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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We float like embryo
Sideways and upside down
I want to take off your skin
Make little teeth shaped incisions
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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You can recreate me
From every imagination of every hand
That once held me, that once reached
That could piece me together
From the wishes that hung off my eyes
The stains I left on church floors
The hearts I reached through lips
You can recreate me
And find I'd gone again
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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If I am ever to be found
I hope that it is in fondness
When you arrive, I hope you see me
And meet with the spiders in my room
They talk, they are visitors for you
But you still kill them
I waited for blood once too
Kept track of days I haven't seen it
But do you have to seek it
In my room
We haven't said a single word
Your eyes still haven't yet met mine
It seems I have to wait
To be fond enough by you
Goodbye spiders in my room
I'll let you know when it is safer
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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Hey little brother what have you done
You say you can't see
White irises
Hey little brother what have you done
You say it's a pumpkin
But it reeks of blood
Hey little brother, is it okay?
You say we can walk
We are not dogs
Hey little brother, are you replete
Did you tell anyone
Of your long slow goodbye
Hey little brother, you're in my arms
The darker the berry
The sweeter it is
Ashen Devlesa, Romale
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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This is a canopic jar
I'm sick to my stomach
Sick it can't go very far
You say it's nature
That I live in my own
That I speak as fixture
From inside your bones
Am I your casual penalty
When your story's over
You tell me, battery
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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You wanted to know what haunts you
A ghost in the glass house
We are see through, we are see through
You can throw stones, as I'll bleed too
I see you
I see you
I have followed you home through your window
If you are not there I will wait here
Right here
And when I see you, 4 fingers
On your skull and my thumb
My trepenation thumb
I will push right into
Your glass home
It's far more fragile when I poke and I push
I will do it slow til I reach you
An apology won't harden the dust
I want an obsidian palace for my lucidity
You feel me? You'll feel me
Ghosts are worse than the spores you've spread
I'll give you a head, my very own head
Sit behind me and watch what you caused
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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You're a casualty of war
On a list you call your own
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aggrandized-nomine · 4 years
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check your body for spores
check mine too if you find it
check what’s growing on a whore?
why are you looking at my spit?
I thought I gave you teeth
gnawed you down and made volcanic
you spit back ashes
your bedroom pot half infested
you’ll ask your enzyme
and check your chloroplast
am I hungry or thirsty?
are we undressed centipedes
there’s no shame in an exorcist
but they’ll kill my fungi activities
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aggrandized-nomine · 5 years
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What does the back of my throat mean
In its squeaks
In its slumber
Why does it speak when you aren't looking
Crawling in to find its secret
Gagging on treasures I haven't understood
Since I was young
Since I was a brother
And where is it now for these two colours
Slighted sounds not from me
From when I was younger
From when I remember
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aggrandized-nomine · 5 years
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I'm cashing in broken promises
Banking on a warranty
Wearing it down with eyes
Taken aback by peace
Branded by my own
And still searching
I am cashing in broken promises
For what I didn't have
For what I wasn't given
And I can't get settled down
But I can sit still until 11
And by 12, I remember
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aggrandized-nomine · 5 years
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I feel empty
And from lack of sleep and lack of food
It seems to be
Truth
But more than truth
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aggrandized-nomine · 5 years
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You don't have to break your arm to hold my hand
I'm just sitting in the backseat
I'm just sitting in the backseat
Never mind my gasps
Look past and smile
Look past and smile
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aggrandized-nomine · 5 years
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Were all your pleas for me
And did I listen
Show me guilty?
Give me heaven?
I need a change of scenery
If I ask you my petitions
Give me filthy
Show me vicious
Will your change agree with me
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aggrandized-nomine · 5 years
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The dirt dug in, and all my friend
Silence and understood
Hunger with no stomach bends
And a snake
A voice and a heart
Bitter, but promise of flesh
Where is my content
Father, will you bring it to me
Will you be my teeth
will you let me taste what has been stolen
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