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admonition
admonition
ethereal artifice he/him
your tongue is impossibly soft wrapped around the silk and syllables of our mother tongue; so too does the pale expanse of your skin run unblemished like the unceasing current of a river in spring, beautiful as carelessly thrown precipitate coloured iridescent by the sun- so too should the warm flush of life spread across your shoulders, your cheeks, your lips, all places i daren't indulge in even in my wildest fantasies- the curve of your shoulder and the slim line of your waist might have been tailored, woven from storm clouds and snowfall and aurorae; only divinity could have threaded the infinitesimal delicately sharp gaze you cast upon my prostrate form-- you tasted like mulberry silk on my tongue as i dragged my attention across your lap, nose buried in fields of lavender and jasmine, you slide fingers into my hair, press your knees into my ribs, i am holding an angel, and i have not known pleasure greater than this
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Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
chasing the elusive change of air pressure that carries jasmine and lavender across mountains and streams and clouds and cliffs
sometimes the cat chases the sparrow through the long grass as the sun sets and the air cools with blood rushing hot and the sparrow's wings are broken and the cat is smiling and the sparrow is trying to run on talons not built for that sort of movement and the cat is telling the sparrow that some of us are just biologically superior and honestly prey should just roll over and submit all while walking at a leisurely pace and the sparrow wheezes a breath maybe its ribs have been crushed maybe the cat is feeling playful and the sparrow says i know you like the chase and the cat says my darling this is hardly a chase for me and the sparrow says then come and take me and the cat does
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
fantasies fantasies everything is a man's fantasy even bone and blood and animalistic violence
we agree too much, talk too much; your eyes are so dark you can only see the iris if you're me; my alice's idiolect is mine too, i cannot delineate the two of us, because when you pressed our faces together i secretly prayed that god would smite us. and they would only find one body having arc welded our skeletons and flesh and blood together in a congealed puddle at 3500 degrees celcius and i hoped they wouldn't be able to identify the body. that it could be just us in a heaven of our own making-- don't indulge me, i can't keep this up, i think that the lines between us should stay solid but your hands are so warm -- despite the fact that we both have bad circulation; we've made the mistake to curl up together, press my icy hands to your heart, sparking like a piston engine, like the clattering of the cylinders that fire off my oxytocin receptors but please, i need to remember the rules, i need to remember the rules, i need to remember you -- i need to remember the rhythm of your jazz-step heart; just one more time, i'll memorise a beat like fingernails skittering on cold cold glass just one more time, just this time before i go, and i promise next time i'll be better and i'll stick to the rules
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
epistemologocide of "jun"
we talk about current affairs with swollen mouths, with mirrored hands, palm flat, fingers that touch on a plane// we agree too much, i think it messes with my sense of familiarity; there is both heartache and resolution in the epicanthic fold of your eyes// i can't help but look like a moth might return to the flame; unable to meet your eyes like the coward i am; facsimile of equal exchange-- but i know you can give, and give, and give, and i want, i want, i want, i want, i want, i want//
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
angels are carpet bombed to extinction in the tropics
WHEN I CUPPED YOUR FACE AND SPILLED INTO YOU YOU SAID I TASTED EXACTLY AS YOU THOUGHT I WOULD I ASKED WHAT YOU THOUGHT DIVINITY MIGHT BE YOU REPLIED LIKE FLESH BETWEEN YOUR TEETH AND BLOOD SPILLING DOWN YOUR CHIN GOD EXISTS BETWEEN THE CLAVICLES AND THE SCAPULA OLDER BROTHERS ARE MADE ONLY TO FULFILL THE STRANGE APPETITE OF A YOUNGER SISTER SOMEWHERE IN A PLACE THAT DOES NOT CONCERN YOU A COLLARED DOG BITES UNTIL IT BLEEDS YOU MIGHT WONDER IF IT'S A RITUAL I'D CALL IT CONSUMPTION
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Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
what if we kissed on the red line between hypomania and mania haha
you keep me on a tight leash
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Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC
an AWP straight to the head or something
you know, god doesn't love people like us. that's fine, because happiness has to be fought for. i don't like god anyway. can't hold anyone else higher than you. me neither. i think you complete me. only you and i will know our bodies before the chrysalis. the intimacy of a secret only we are privy to. a journey we undertake hand in hand. we were made for each other, then. i'd kiss you in every universe. i hope i dream of us together every night that we're apart.
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Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
falchion: slaughter
ambition is an apparition of the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life. she does not text you back. sometimes you see her in the mirror. in your braided hair. wounds are soft pink after the heat of steam and a night's sleep. this is the same shade you see in the flowers that grow outside your bedroom window. the warm flush of life. your soft underbelly is milky white, your face is tan with sun, and you search for whitening creams in a korean grocery store near your house. freckles line the the horizon like stars you drew on her face. dostoyevsky says that a man must work to be worthy of his own suffering. you don't like suffering, but you like the way blood feels on your tongue, the burn of muscles after exertion, skin being peeled back. your body is out of your reach most of the time. helium party balloons with strings cut short. needles in your thighs. an iv in your elbow. you don't know how to inject yourself properly so it falls on your roommate. your only friend is a razor blade, but she doesn't like you enough to reply. nights pass without you noticing because the blinds are always shut. she won't kiss your face anymore, only your arms.
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 5:07 AM UTC
soluz levni
next to you i can't breathe always a shell of a person a ghost in the machine gutted on the fishing hook of your renaissance taste pixel gore painted on the sidewalk in pink and lavender blue gold thrown up by a woodchipper stomach tumors kissing a washing machine heart
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Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 9:12 AM UTC
liquid mechanima