why have you carved me out of flesh?
[ID: It Writes Back - Hritvika Lakhera
Lord above you have carved me/ out of flesh;/ will you return/ to stem the bleeding?/ You have left me rotting,/ repulsive,/ hard to breathe around./ Blood left on the sheets/ is harder to scrub out;/ blood left on the floor/ wafts of rot instead of iron;/ you are my butcher/ casting me into offal.
I am immortality./ I am the shifting darkness,/ the echoing cliff –/ why/ have you made me/ out of bleeding,/ rotting/ flesh?
/end ID]
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❝....。 The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth;❞
Charles Leclerc x Soleil et chair (Sun & Flesh) by Arthur Rimbaud
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The Things You Used to Do--Illusion of Choice AU
@cero-sleep, Happy Valentine's Day!!! I made you an *angsty* poem for your Illusion of Choice AU ☺️☺️☺️
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two weeks of chenford 2024 day 5 - april 20th
prompt: silence
type: drabble (exactly 100 words)
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Oh, the familiarity of silence.
Breathless moments simply drinking in the burning closeness, listening to nothing but the other’s heartbeat.
Comfortable slices of time between their words.
Panicked seconds, waiting for the click of a radio and confirmation that the other is alive.
Unbearable nights alone, tossing and turning in the dead of night on a tearstained pillow, wondering if anything will ever be the same as it was.
They both know that deafening quiet which threatens to send them spiraling into nothing, as well as stillness they wish would never end.
But at least silence is a constant.
. . . Comfortable.
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(find it on ao3)
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Death of a mercenary
━ author unknown
Quick enough - not I
Nor bold enough nor agile
Tangled up in wires
Like a nest of vipers vile
Was it I who fell? Or was it done to me?
Dissolving, disappearing, with you I wished to be
Now tethered, clamoring, the restless swarm
Beating in my ears a pale rage - No!
Into the earth I seep, my life the sweet
Thorn sticks in my throat
A chill burns brighter - On
To the end? What a thought
A huddled husk I tumble for the dawn
The old certainty of youth is felled
And from its gnarled trunk
Memories fall forth
Hours of ours sharp and pressing race
Embittered in a powerlocked embrace
With you I wished to be and so I go!
Down a road without end through woods half-dreamt
And the chill-bleached delirium of desire
Flies into trepid trembling sand
Through the fog of your shadow sharpening
The storm tangles in me once again
To sway with you like sweet grasses dry
Still the glassy dust will naught but rise
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i'm sorry i'm SORRY but
i have a feeling
this man is very
secure in his sexuality
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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question. is memory a muscle or a bone
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