Riinlai - Hello Poetry

I could stare at your back all day Your shoulder blades slice Like doves diving into rice milk Am I being saccharine? Only for you, my sweet rabbit If I pry into your ribboned cage Would I find a tanghulu heart Or a hollow space where I’ve stolen it? I hope it has found a home in my mouth Despite the high chance of cavity At least I have you to fill the empty hole between my lips.

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC

Sweet Rabbit

I could stare at your back all day Your shoulder blades slice Like doves diving into rice milk Am I being saccharine? Only for you, my sweet rabbit If I pry into your ribboned cage Would I find a tanghulu heart Or a hollow space where I’ve stolen it? I hope it has found a home in my mouth Despite the high chance of cavity At least I have you to fill the empty hole between my lips.

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Like twin moth wings Perched atop a sinking pearl Nectar dripping A strawberry’s insides peeking Let me lick those honeysuckle tears clean A shock of platinum blonde Sugarspun and flaxen A braid travelling in axis Like a swallow in flight Trapped by a bow

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 5:23 AM UTC

Semper Femina

Like twin moth wings Perched atop a sinking pearl Nectar dripping A strawberry’s insides peeking Let me lick those honeysuckle tears clean A shock of platinum blonde Sugarspun and flaxen A braid travelling in axis Like a swallow in flight Trapped by a bow

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You are pathology incarnate The sweat on your brow trick of the light You were the first female But you are no woman Just a beast in the shape of a girl Plucked one year before ripeness A major at everything A minor one way Your eyes betray your true nature Sharp, louche and depravity reined Soot-yellow and one dollar green Some might call it hazel I call it dirt against your aryan gold hair If you offered me fruit I’d force myself to take a bite So my soul won’t witness my guts feasted in the gutter Carnivorously carnival-carved cadaver Stamped under your cigarette-stained heels Cherry cola chipped out of chapped lips Cos I didn’t dare take a chockfull You’re the first girl who has ever touched me But I’m just the fly on your fruit Lilith Haefelin The girl before Eve.

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 11:33 PM UTC

Girl before Eve

You are pathology incarnate The sweat on your brow trick of the light You were the first female But you are no woman Just a beast in the shape of a girl Plucked one year before ripeness A major at everything A minor one way Your eyes betray your true nature Sharp, louche and depravity reined Soot-yellow and one dollar green Some might call it hazel I call it dirt against your aryan gold hair If you offered me fruit I’d force myself to take a bite So my soul won’t witness my guts feasted in the gutter Carnivorously carnival-carved cadaver Stamped under your cigarette-stained heels Cherry cola chipped out of chapped lips Cos I didn’t dare take a chockfull You’re the first girl who has ever touched me But I’m just the fly on your fruit Lilith Haefelin The girl before Eve.

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Your body All angles and edges in place of curves Your neck Cinnamon, turmeric and salt Your skin Wheat-dark like pages of a well-worn book Your atlas back Arched like a cello’s waist Your elegant fingers Graze the ivory shell of my ear Your hollow collarbone Perched like a sycamore branch Crawling its way up My pelvis My sternum My throat Until finally hanahaki springs forth From my welcoming lips.

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC

Hanahaki Disease

Your body All angles and edges in place of curves Your neck Cinnamon, turmeric and salt Your skin Wheat-dark like pages of a well-worn book Your atlas back Arched like a cello’s waist Your elegant fingers Graze the ivory shell of my ear Your hollow collarbone Perched like a sycamore branch Crawling its way up My pelvis My sternum My throat Until finally hanahaki springs forth From my welcoming lips.

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Meteors are made of three components Iron, nickel and silicates You are made of something simpler Sea salt, angst and Tenderness Yet my fingers always fall short Of reaching you But if you did ever let me caress the space Between us Not just in our lips You’d come crashing down Bursting in a kaleidoscope of flames Orange and silver sparks flying And I would still hold on Even if you take me with you.

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC

My Aerolite Above

Meteors are made of three components Iron, nickel and silicates You are made of something simpler Sea salt, angst and Tenderness Yet my fingers always fall short Of reaching you But if you did ever let me caress the space Between us Not just in our lips You’d come crashing down Bursting in a kaleidoscope of flames Orange and silver sparks flying And I would still hold on Even if you take me with you.

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7 pm like clockwork A row of tiny, flat pearl soldiers Gulped whole So the dissolving of chalk suffocates the belly Not tongue A dozen little tablets Now down to fraternal twins Dark circles the colour of a bruise Now fade away to sand Washed away by time and sea Angry red streaks hiss over my skin On my thighs, my sides, my ******* Now yawn gossamer tiger marks Proof of my excess My will to heal Curling fingers over my proof Eyes black as charcoal Glint like the night When the looking glass Proudly catches a hint of a smile.

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC

olanzapine + risperidone

7 pm like clockwork A row of tiny, flat pearl soldiers Gulped whole So the dissolving of chalk suffocates the belly Not tongue A dozen little tablets Now down to fraternal twins Dark circles the colour of a bruise Now fade away to sand Washed away by time and sea Angry red streaks hiss over my skin On my thighs, my sides, my ******* Now yawn gossamer tiger marks Proof of my excess My will to heal Curling fingers over my proof Eyes black as charcoal Glint like the night When the looking glass Proudly catches a hint of a smile.

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