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Theplishk
Theplishk
Genderqueer/canada
the battle cry for creative violence is: "Diversify the wounds!"
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May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 10:49 AM UTC
diversify the wounds
When I let myself love you I grow to hate myself I worry about your comfort While my neck is strained and You bite me too hard How can I forget that I am precious? I found a **** coffee mug It tickles my lips when I drink I love to fill it with cold water And drive fast on the highway On a sunny day Now, I sit here tanning far away Listening to **** voices on the stereo With a beer and a smoke and I wonder why you haven’t called
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Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
untitled
see a light at the end of the road I sit in the dark nowhere to go try to sleep never want to wake up wish I could stop my mind from thinking in my dream, can't escape my feelings I want to laugh but I don't know how when I'm alone, you can't see me frown I see no beauty, but I know you do if I had my way I'd never move you try to reach me, but I don't even care we pretend that I'm real, but I'm not really there
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Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
reach
turn my face away block out my eyes and my sighs guilt will not interfere with your pleasure let my anonymous skin be the receptacle for your fantasy you can call me your little “blank” you tell me you love me but i will writhe under your tender cruelty and we will never acknowledge that i am facing the wall and not your tears
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May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
the other woman
I have to shut my eyes When I make love to you Sometimes, You are so infantile That I recoil from your touch You are soft and hairless Fair and smooth When you whimper in my arms I cringe
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May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
When it ended
The other day I tried to imagine him in my space My stomach seized and my face flushed when I pictured him sitting on the furniture His actions are indelicate and dangerous he is leaving traces I am overwhelmed by his oafishness even in my own mind He throws his mass around destructively like a large, clumsy animal The smell of his body is overpowering in my small space His breathe makes my nostrils shut when I try to inhale I remember the night that he returned from the buffet table with food piled in a single column from a hand held at his belt right up to his chin It was cheese cubes, crackers and grapes and he danced back to our table with out dropping a thing He sat down next to me, smacking his lips and drooling I thought that I would puke when he offered me a grape from his cheesy fist.
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May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
Silhouette
wearing hoods (like a cloak) to hide our faces we would be mothers slink into hospitals for discreet procedures we size each other up wonder who did what? who was careless? who was unlucky? who is being selfish right now? we watch tv eyes darting to check out the new arrival in the room with the nurses i get my drugs i am confused when the doctor arrives my legs are secure in stirrups but my head slides she chooses now to ask me how it happened (don’t doctors know?) she lectures me about birth control tells me she doesn’t ever want to see me in here again like the guy at the seven eleven when i stole a chocolate bar at age twelve there is prodding and suction but i’m too high to care a nurse tells a story about a friend with a bad flu and there is the hum of the little vacuum i try to tell them about my friend who chugged Buckleys cough syrup to catch her breath in basketball but they ignore me or maybe i’m so high that i don’t realize that i’m not talking anyways it’s too bad it’s a funny story they wheel me into a room where i sit with other women in loungers letting the drugs wear off we bleed through our gowns get paraded to the bathroom to change archaic belted pads blood stains our robes for everyone to see every girl’s worst nightmare
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
mother hood
my wedding ring is too big I wonder what the exact angle and speed is that my hand would have to fling in order for it to slip off like in physics all the empty space between electrons and nucleus if you bounced a ball against a wall and all the atoms lined up just right the ball would pass right through what color would the ball be? or perhaps I will forget to take it off one day when I go swimming the water will act as a lubricant it will just slip right off Perhaps I’m keeping it big to show what a little girl I am not a round curvy woman but thin and melting, a being ebbing down to fit within the circle of the ring I spin it around on my finger looking through the gap between the arc of gold and my finger I push it into the flesh to see how high above my finger it can rise I’m not sure what the space that I am creating is supposed to measure
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 4:12 PM UTC
Wedding Ring
There was a feeling at the back of my throat that I just couldn’t swallow I lived with it the way that I live with a song that gets stuck in my head Then it began to migrate to my eyes to my stomach to my knees I could taste it every time I tried to breathe my chest would shake My throat vibrating staccatos as I exhaled I needed somewhere to lay my head until I could choke it down or cough it out. The feeling was a little rubber ball It had no color It had no name It bounced around in my head, much more dangerous than a song This rubber ball was mine and it might never fade If I couldn’t sing it out or give it to someone else I’d be stuck with my rubber ball until they take it away When no one is looking I throw my rubber ball I smash it on the rough concrete outside in the street Sometimes I aim it at the bare light bulb high on the ceiling. My rubber ball is bruised and scratched and burned. This rubber ball that is mine doesn’t count. I don’t want it. They will take it away with the feeling at the back of my throat that I’m not big enough to swallow
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
Little Rubber Ball
my love would you be bothered if I told you that I blame you for breathing I lie awake listening to the air scraping your throat as you sleep I need to escape your oppressive body heat rhythmic breathing your parasitic hugs absorb me steal my breath the gooey dough softness of your body bleeds out past its boundary
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
Width/breadth