loktopossum

[loktopossum]

excited, open, a little hopeful, and then... **SLAM**, instantaneous undoing. right to the core, to the solar plexus. that deep primordial animal pain, metastasizing to every corner of my reality. skin, stomach, fingertips, memory. im vanishing. i cant move. sad-style. possum-style. tail curled around my own gut like a tourniquet. heartbeat slowed to nothing. just waiting to be safe again.

a creature too small and soft for the violence of unpredictable intimacy. this nonlinear terror. the internalization of minor or even non-events that get projected into the cavernous echo chamber of my past neglect and abandonment

[loktopossum]

Let the light in—command it into your space. small actions are spells. tend to the vessel and the fruits of this day will find their way to you

[loktopossum]

soft apples, bread of godless communion, yogurt thats gambling with fate. im eating it anyway

[loktopossum]

beyond the sheets, the world stretches… endlessly. the ceiling becomes sky, a dome of soft nothingness. no names. no persona to puppet. just warmth, just stillness, cradled in the pause. where the universe forgot to end.

[loktopossum]

thought I had fun, yet tears still flow, why do I cry, I hardly know. blood blooming in swirls, ribbons of red silk, mind drifting slowly, sweetly drained of will. warm tiles fog as drops float by, mumbling softly my lullaby. steam and sorrow intertwine. hidden grief, thats only mine

[loktopossum]

horizontally synchronized with the bed. fully fused with the fabric. my form is indistinguishable from the folds of the sheets. i do not rest on the bed, i rest as the bed. absolute integration

[loktopossum]

trash cans, utensil trays, manholes, coat pockets, secret containers left behind by kings that hold forbidden relics