georgia-marginson-swart

I remember a millennia ago When I was the god of small fires And you were the god of kindling How even then I desired you The ashes of us oroborous How I consumed you and you blazed for me We are lesser now Not gods anymore, with no believers A smaller prayer than I was once But still my name feels holy in your mouth Our love like smoke Unseen, but deeply felt My voice coarse and thick with it You linger in me even lifetimes later With no prayers, no pantheon Just us, aflame

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Oct 22, 2025

Oct 22, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC

god of small fires

I remember a millennia ago When I was the god of small fires And you were the god of kindling How even then I desired you The ashes of us oroborous How I consumed you and you blazed for me We are lesser now Not gods anymore, with no believers A smaller prayer than I was once But still my name feels holy in your mouth Our love like smoke Unseen, but deeply felt My voice coarse and thick with it You linger in me even lifetimes later With no prayers, no pantheon Just us, aflame

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I take all the wolf from my smile, spin her back into sheep let flowers grow from the cotton of her body and revel in the softness of snarl I have been killing chickens in my sleep, sneaking out and slashing tyres there is a breadcrumb trail of bones leading to my closet, and i won't open it i'm not brave enough for the mirror my monsters are, i can still taste the marrow on my tongue but i promise i've been brushing my teeth drinking rose water and smiling trying to sand off all my edges forget the taste of anger and violence and its hard when i've got foxgloves for kisses all poison to taste, but they're pretty, i tried stepping softly and felt the slip-shape of prey back to predator, relearnt the padfoot felt the great black dog inside me stir had to rummage under the bed for the shotgun put my cheek to it until she stopped her howling i cried down the barrel for hours, tied lace around my wrists and become jailor to my heart **** her with kindness, but i couldn't, not quite, all soft touch and lilted tongue i lull her back to those creaking bars of my ribcage peg her to my spine and place the ****** carcass of the last boy we bit at beside her grow sunflowers in my room and black out the curtains we can stay here until she learns peace learns to cry over his body like i did, forgets blood and hate and their taste we will learn tenderness in a dark room howl at an empty sky until the stars take pity on us, two-step to earth and bring the light back open the closet, spin skeletons back to cloth, the slate gray dust of us has grown flowers, rage trapped in pink-ribbon dreamcatcher wishes her lips don't lift from her teeth anymore and i can sleep with door unlocked i can sleep with the closet open

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Oct 22, 2025

Oct 22, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC

Omega

I take all the wolf from my smile, spin her back into sheep let flowers grow from the cotton of her body and revel in the softness of snarl I have been killing chickens in my sleep, sneaking out and slashing tyres there is a breadcrumb trail of bones leading to my closet, and i won't open it i'm not brave enough for the mirror my monsters are, i can still taste the marrow on my tongue but i promise i've been brushing my teeth drinking rose water and smiling trying to sand off all my edges forget the taste of anger and violence and its hard when i've got foxgloves for kisses all poison to taste, but they're pretty, i tried stepping softly and felt the slip-shape of prey back to predator, relearnt the padfoot felt the great black dog inside me stir had to rummage under the bed for the shotgun put my cheek to it until she stopped her howling i cried down the barrel for hours, tied lace around my wrists and become jailor to my heart **** her with kindness, but i couldn't, not quite, all soft touch and lilted tongue i lull her back to those creaking bars of my ribcage peg her to my spine and place the ****** carcass of the last boy we bit at beside her grow sunflowers in my room and black out the curtains we can stay here until she learns peace learns to cry over his body like i did, forgets blood and hate and their taste we will learn tenderness in a dark room howl at an empty sky until the stars take pity on us, two-step to earth and bring the light back open the closet, spin skeletons back to cloth, the slate gray dust of us has grown flowers, rage trapped in pink-ribbon dreamcatcher wishes her lips don't lift from her teeth anymore and i can sleep with door unlocked i can sleep with the closet open

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I love you like birds love flying Like wings Like a limb they can’t imagine not having I love you like Icarus Like yesterday I thought I was crashing to earth Until you kissed my shoulder softly in the morning Took me out of the sea and back to the sky I love you like I can see magic around us Like earths magnetic field is just a long string Winding back to you I love you like Ariadne and Theseus (But only the good parts) Like I find you and we go home together Like sparrows around the whole world and back to my bedroom I love you like a homing beacon Like a nest, like a roost Like building a blanket fort and spending the day there I love you like a window seat Like watching birds in the sunlight I love you like a bird loving the sunlight I love you like wings Like air Like breathing Like it’s easy Like it’s so easy to love you And I do I do

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Oct 22, 2025

Oct 22, 2025 at 7:14 AM UTC

Like like, love love

I love you like birds love flying Like wings Like a limb they can’t imagine not having I love you like Icarus Like yesterday I thought I was crashing to earth Until you kissed my shoulder softly in the morning Took me out of the sea and back to the sky I love you like I can see magic around us Like earths magnetic field is just a long string Winding back to you I love you like Ariadne and Theseus (But only the good parts) Like I find you and we go home together Like sparrows around the whole world and back to my bedroom I love you like a homing beacon Like a nest, like a roost Like building a blanket fort and spending the day there I love you like a window seat Like watching birds in the sunlight I love you like a bird loving the sunlight I love you like wings Like air Like breathing Like it’s easy Like it’s so easy to love you And I do I do

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There is a bowl of cherries in my room Red and sinful and luscious And I have been going to work each day Thinking of their plump little bodies Of my open window The flies surely lured by their sweetness The June heat that aches to rot them I think of their skin breaking between my teeth Of maggots writhing in their meat I have been coming home Pressing secret handfuls to my lips Gluttonous And Ashamed

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Oct 22, 2025

Oct 22, 2025 at 7:12 AM UTC

Something something divine feminine

There is a bowl of cherries in my room Red and sinful and luscious And I have been going to work each day Thinking of their plump little bodies Of my open window The flies surely lured by their sweetness The June heat that aches to rot them I think of their skin breaking between my teeth Of maggots writhing in their meat I have been coming home Pressing secret handfuls to my lips Gluttonous And Ashamed

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Introducing his lovely assistant Sequin dress and smiling mouth From his tuxedo sleeve he pulls a Rose Presents it to the smiling girl And bows to the audience who revel, ecstatic, at this small miracle. He plucks behind her ear and finds another rose, Another, in the crook of her elbow, Behind her knee, All the soft places he touches and drags Flower and thorn from the skin And the lovely assistant: bleeding, smiling The audience is in awe. For his next trick, he tips his hat A picture of chivalry, a gentleman’s gesture And crooning from his head is the dove Off-white and malnourished, eyes wide and fearful Fleeing the scene like smoke from a burning house The audience is clapping and roaring and howling And a silence descends For his final act, calling on his assistant With her clipped wings and blossoming body, He cuts the girl in half Desecrates and diminishes her Does it with a flourish and a sweeping of his hand Makes her less than what her mother made her And the crowd, jubilant, screaming Leaping from their seats He takes a bow And the world is a stage

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Oct 22, 2025

Oct 22, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC

Magician

Introducing his lovely assistant Sequin dress and smiling mouth From his tuxedo sleeve he pulls a Rose Presents it to the smiling girl And bows to the audience who revel, ecstatic, at this small miracle. He plucks behind her ear and finds another rose, Another, in the crook of her elbow, Behind her knee, All the soft places he touches and drags Flower and thorn from the skin And the lovely assistant: bleeding, smiling The audience is in awe. For his next trick, he tips his hat A picture of chivalry, a gentleman’s gesture And crooning from his head is the dove Off-white and malnourished, eyes wide and fearful Fleeing the scene like smoke from a burning house The audience is clapping and roaring and howling And a silence descends For his final act, calling on his assistant With her clipped wings and blossoming body, He cuts the girl in half Desecrates and diminishes her Does it with a flourish and a sweeping of his hand Makes her less than what her mother made her And the crowd, jubilant, screaming Leaping from their seats He takes a bow And the world is a stage

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my loneliness is larger than me heavier, too my loneliness the thick blanket good for hiding under my loneliness shields me from demons in the dark but provides no warmth my loneliness a cold fire I still sit beside palms upturned, craving peace my loneliness the war that rages unending bodies left in a ****** wake my loneliness the vultures swirling I have never been very strong my loneliness knows this, as she knows all my other bitter secrets my loneliness licks her smiling lips opens her screaming maw my loneliness is larger than me deadlier, too

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Nov 27, 2019

Nov 27, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC

Glutted

my loneliness is larger than me heavier, too my loneliness the thick blanket good for hiding under my loneliness shields me from demons in the dark but provides no warmth my loneliness a cold fire I still sit beside palms upturned, craving peace my loneliness the war that rages unending bodies left in a ****** wake my loneliness the vultures swirling I have never been very strong my loneliness knows this, as she knows all my other bitter secrets my loneliness licks her smiling lips opens her screaming maw my loneliness is larger than me deadlier, too

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I can hear my bones talking to God, they ask him why he hates us and he says he wrote the fracture lines in our skin with perfect precision, he did not create us with the knowledge to heal. And yet.

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Oct 27, 2019

Oct 27, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC

The answer

I can hear my bones talking to God, they ask him why he hates us and he says he wrote the fracture lines in our skin with perfect precision, he did not create us with the knowledge to heal. And yet.

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