Cultist time in #dungeonsanddragons
And all that I have lost
will soon be lost again.
Will soon be lost on other shores
where I have found some land,
I planted flags and built a home
and tore it down again.
The thing most close to longing
is sleeping next to some
who loves your heart so fiercely
yet never was the one.
So I raise my flag to beauty
and all those I have loved;
the broken and the burning,
the Davids and the Eves.
Created in the image
of longing’s master piece.
Men with their soft whiskers and hard
I have contemplated splitting open
every man I have slept with
from mouth to hip. To find
Instead I take his lips
and I become a worm, writing worm poetry
digging myself deeper and deeper.
we are a poem of sort.
The men I do not gut, and
who does not know when to stop
trying to find an opening to climb into.
1st draft. 652/3000 words on essay 1. #unilife
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*unhinges jaw and lets out a guttural groan that unfurls your nervous system and reminds you of that darkness that lies within all people, all people even you*
ATTENTION CONFUSED NON US CITIZEN #PATREON CREATORS
I emailed them about the W9 thing.
Imagine a magpie robot poet.
Created and abandoned.
Of course I am not that, but let's pretend anyway.
She/Her, late twenties, Norwegian, Poetry
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