Medusealis - Hello Poetry

not like a head freshly shaven / nor a pitcher passed ‘round a full table / not a dieting triumph / a man relieved, or well rested / the dawn as it breaks but the post food-poisoning pangs / tunnel vision in the heat / my womb when the moon is new / my arms when the body is gone and buried / my boughs when my leaves have fallen / the way that I feel weightless, legs barely kicking / just before I drown. “lighter,” I say, “just lighter.”

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Jul 29, 2022

Jul 29, 2022 at 12:37 AM UTC

Medusealis

she asks me how it feels

not like a head freshly shaven / nor a pitcher passed ‘round a full table / not a dieting triumph / a man relieved, or well rested / the dawn as it breaks but the post food-poisoning pangs / tunnel vision in the heat / my womb when the moon is new / my arms when the body is gone and buried / my boughs when my leaves have fallen / the way that I feel weightless, legs barely kicking / just before I drown. “lighter,” I say, “just lighter.”

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remove thy blackened fingertips; Mother of Haze I rebuke thee. groping through the fog, thy flushed hands outstretched, bearing thou gums and the whites of thine eyes. stumble no longer, I entreat thee to caress thyself; remember, thou art found.

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Jul 28, 2022

Jul 28, 2022 at 4:57 PM UTC

Medusealis

you are not the fog

remove thy blackened fingertips; Mother of Haze I rebuke thee. groping through the fog, thy flushed hands outstretched, bearing thou gums and the whites of thine eyes. stumble no longer, I entreat thee to caress thyself; remember, thou art found.

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my clenched, barnacle-encrusted teeth / are bared into the humidity of the sheets where my fever broke / another barrier hiding my hair-width lips pressed white together / that your salt-worn, sun-leather fingertips pry at / hoping to expose spit-slick glistening / and flayed, flexuous pink flesh / and the pearl buried within it unuttered layers are peeled apart by your callous tongue casting about / that defies the no my slender neck thrashes / the struggle before the shore breaks wave / before the clamshell is wedged to halves / before my lie is exposed / sand

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Dec 13, 2021

Dec 13, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC

Medusealis

im sorry for lying but i did it for you

my clenched, barnacle-encrusted teeth / are bared into the humidity of the sheets where my fever broke / another barrier hiding my hair-width lips pressed white together / that your salt-worn, sun-leather fingertips pry at / hoping to expose spit-slick glistening / and flayed, flexuous pink flesh / and the pearl buried within it unuttered layers are peeled apart by your callous tongue casting about / that defies the no my slender neck thrashes / the struggle before the shore breaks wave / before the clamshell is wedged to halves / before my lie is exposed / sand

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stay awake with me tonight we're under the same sky, you know you don't care though let the moon watch, you say you've never minded midnight eyes I hate the feeling though don't touch me, I cry the soft light stings stroking my skin I grow tired of midnight lies so go to sleep then, I'll travel on my own. I walk along the edge of the world but I'll always end up back where I began, wishing for your warm body to wrap around mine, alone under the covers where I hide from the moon

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Apr 27, 2020

Apr 27, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC

Medusealis

late calls

stay awake with me tonight we're under the same sky, you know you don't care though let the moon watch, you say you've never minded midnight eyes I hate the feeling though don't touch me, I cry the soft light stings stroking my skin I grow tired of midnight lies so go to sleep then, I'll travel on my own. I walk along the edge of the world but I'll always end up back where I began, wishing for your warm body to wrap around mine, alone under the covers where I hide from the moon

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clay animated by the mercies of God the tendrils of life woven finely by grace led by the staff and punished by the rod one last mercy we receive: to leave this place

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC

Medusealis

mercies undone

clay animated by the mercies of God the tendrils of life woven finely by grace led by the staff and punished by the rod one last mercy we receive: to leave this place

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though you are the sun bright and full of energy you do not scorch me with your fiery gaze instead i stand silently beneath you in serenity while you warm my lips up softly as i face your light and bloom

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC

Medusealis

sunkissed

though you are the sun bright and full of energy you do not scorch me with your fiery gaze instead i stand silently beneath you in serenity while you warm my lips up softly as i face your light and bloom

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i breathe you in i cough you up your smoke is in my lungs nicotine you poison me i cannot get enough there is nothing i want more than for your flames to pull me in there is nothing i want more than to dive in for a swim there is nothing i want more than to be that for which you yearn there is nothing i want more than to see the forest burn beautiful like the winter air beautiful like an autumn day beautiful because you don't care so beautiful, want it anyway fingertips pressing into the flame feeding it my flesh and soul its my fault i love the pain melt me down to make me whole beautiful like a summers past beautiful like a bright spring day beautiful but we won't last so beautiful want you anyway

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC

Medusealis

to see the forest burn

i breathe you in i cough you up your smoke is in my lungs nicotine you poison me i cannot get enough there is nothing i want more than for your flames to pull me in there is nothing i want more than to dive in for a swim there is nothing i want more than to be that for which you yearn there is nothing i want more than to see the forest burn beautiful like the winter air beautiful like an autumn day beautiful because you don't care so beautiful, want it anyway fingertips pressing into the flame feeding it my flesh and soul its my fault i love the pain melt me down to make me whole beautiful like a summers past beautiful like a bright spring day beautiful but we won't last so beautiful want you anyway

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less than is useful but more than i should how i wish that i could, how i wish that i could spy the midnight scowl through the fools golden leaves hear the dark moon's howl as the fireflies grieve and together we'll float in a boat down the stream, and i'll do what i please yes, i'll do what i please less than is useful but more than we should how i wish that we could how i wish that we could let it never be said that to love proves you're good but i think that we should yes, i think that we should

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC

Medusealis

the thirteenth

less than is useful but more than i should how i wish that i could, how i wish that i could spy the midnight scowl through the fools golden leaves hear the dark moon's howl as the fireflies grieve and together we'll float in a boat down the stream, and i'll do what i please yes, i'll do what i please less than is useful but more than we should how i wish that we could how i wish that we could let it never be said that to love proves you're good but i think that we should yes, i think that we should

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tired spiders weaving their webs by rote each hallow husk in its sunday best attached to the cobwebs that cover the pews of the decaying chapel they spin and spin and spin and spin and end up back where they begin round and round they wrap themselves, encased in smooth and shiny silk present themselves so god may feast not god above, but god below, the Lord of the Flies

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC

Medusealis

At church last Sunday

tired spiders weaving their webs by rote each hallow husk in its sunday best attached to the cobwebs that cover the pews of the decaying chapel they spin and spin and spin and spin and end up back where they begin round and round they wrap themselves, encased in smooth and shiny silk present themselves so god may feast not god above, but god below, the Lord of the Flies

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my palpitant longing it too needs air in and out, surging forwards, always forwards but every wave will again recede the strongest tsunami must also breathe

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC

Medusealis

must also breathe

my palpitant longing it too needs air in and out, surging forwards, always forwards but every wave will again recede the strongest tsunami must also breathe

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