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Substance

Really i am coarsing through your veins. Bleeding you out. Striking a cord. Relinquishing my spine. Relegating autonomy to the massive misogyny. Reckless. unstable and a brat. Something to say at the least appropriate moment, It was us all along. The flute stayed in tune. I decided long ago I would stay. Only to let go of who I actually was. Be there when you can. You never were. Bribe your way to my heart. Lend a helping hand. Decide to be yourself. The glass shatters and I reflect on myself and who I used to be. Bad bad bad. All the same to me, I don’t care if you die of thirst. Your green with envy and it shows. Quite the pussy cat. The elixer is mid greatfuly so. I take my bath and lay myself bare. It shows. Just where have you been. All the while I have been searching and finding no release as to who I want to be. I choose this time. I decide where to put it. Wide awake and endlessly falling asleep.

@gk

Mar 1, 2025

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basement feeling: roughly

i cut out my eyes in the laundry room at night slit my bottom lip and rinse the blade under the tap can't tell the blood from water no point in crying carve into my pupil like a small, peeled plum i've been good about taking my meds this week you’re my oral fixation my irises to my lips and i kiss you goodbye salt burns the slit and i taste my own blood phantom tickles in my sockets when i run my teeth over the flesh suck on me i wish i could know you from the inside out and i buried my body in the fields near your house set my clothes on fire to mark the spot you can still see it when you take the overpass not dissimilar to your scorched earth policy should i call that a burn or is that too corny?

@selectmorsels

Sep 30, 2024

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I ate my heart today

My four chambered friend writ across stolen paper your red walls pulsing in my hands with a song so loud, so salty sweet, my lover to devour in the afternoon up three thousand steps, poetry on company time, secrets held close to the chest like playing cards, nine of hearts in my arsenal like a cat falling from the roof eight times into oblivion I save my ace. I’m a hunk holding a hunk, I’m Casanova and I really want to know you, I’m a heart throb on a mission. My star across the sky and on a waiting list a meteor patiently in line at the self checkout, with a fistful of ibuprofen and a need to speed right into my bed. Answer my emails from between silk sheets with a rose between my teeth. Leak your devotion all over my best shirt on Mondays my love, come apart in my hands, melt into a silky hot drink for me to guzzle. Beat like a drum for me only, my ever-marching accomplice, you complete me. Let me crawl into you and take solace there I’ll eat you from the inside out, melt your walls down with my hands and leave no residue.

@caskeyc

May 13, 2024

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I watched too much YouTube as a kid

Meta-irony is the fantastical pallet in which I choose to paint my world. I find myself following confusing paths to strange allusions. Sentences that switch back on themselves and examine the writer for meaning, And truly burn them during a burial at sea to sink beneath waves of witticisms and filler words Like, it’s, okay, um, well, god; physical eye rolls careen over bodies of the learned  And silence is resented.  Seek visual silence and youre staring into space I seek the stimulation of little scrolling stories and their sixty second arcs The recaps of art I will only ever see from this side of the fence   Obscured by toggles and buttons. UX and UI blurring my experience and sharpening my understanding Trapped in a cage of something else’s design, in someone else’s device What I hold is not my own. It is not of me, it has grown attached to me. A leech I love so dearly we share skin. A parasite I make space for. My mind has holes where morals should be. Blasted out by years of prank videos Of multi-channel networks, family vlogging channels, relationship advice gurus, discord moderators I am the seed sown by excitement for lazer collections, gmod idiot box, and home made stop motion lego Star Wars parody music videos Perverted in bad faith at the hands of a digital monster let loose by its creator  To put the potential for profitability through exploitation in the hands of the proletariat too occupied by dreams of influence to see how they are being led to the altar by the collar. Asked to sacrifice time or spirit or soul to be left hollowed out by the house before it inevitably wins The will is no match for the cold, mechanical force of algorithms whose nature is dictated by watch times One sided engagement over engaged interaction I watched too much YouTube as a kid and now I know everything 

@a2den

Dec 29, 2024

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I’VE DREAMT the taste of fresh fruit & dying on the vine

I could live better if I tried My sink would have fewer dishes The thought of eating would not cause my body to feel tired and weak I dream of the taste of fresh fruit but all I can manage are fried pre packaged frozen disks of various substances Fruit never stays It deflates in my refrigerator What was six apples becomes three, becomes piles of fruity flesh Carcasses rotting like innocence in the glow of a small white bulb Watching the life leave, confined to a cheap plastic cubicle The spirit was never there to begin with All I am ever allowed is dead Brought from the store to my refrigerator like from an accident to a morgue To stay cold

@a2den

Dec 29, 2024