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fox May 28
angels are found stubbing out cigarettes on their hands and clicking heads and drinking coffee that's been cold for four hours already

top notes: lavender, laundry detergent, dust
middle notes: sweat, warm cloth, afternoon sunlight
bottom notes: blood, alstroemeria, yuzu, fear

isolation is desolation is desecration is lust,
feet up on the amp, one hand on my heart
the door isn't locked but the house is always empty

this is how it will go:
1. terror is a deadbolt door
2. familiarity breeds contempt
3. hatred is the same as love

you will wake up on concrete and you will learn to like it. i will hold you like i did when i was young and you were younger, a fawn on shaky feet i take a hammer to the knees on, wet eyes rimmed with red, eyes that are mine, that look at me with resentment, but love is unethical and an axiomatic seraph science has already tamed.

you must understand
that no one will love you
the way i love you
and that's okay, because
i have more than enough
to pour into your open body

you always get sick so easily, so let me help you, okay? i'm your big sister, after all.

oh! they're kissing! when you kiss in the game, you get healed. i mean, it makes sense, like sleeping beauty, right?

ちゅっ~

do you feel better now?

hmm...
yes!

and on some strange level i do believe i am entitled to everything like the burns on the back of my wrist and the way your face looks in cold pre-dawn light and kissing the mirror which comes alive under my hands, hair which curls instead of falls straight, light brown eyes whose pupils dilate to match mine.

after i was born, i think all i did was wait for you
i wasn't a person for two and a half years
i was only born to fulfill the appetite of my younger sister

you won't open your mouth for fear of being heard
that's okay too; the duty of an elder sister is to protect her little sister

Littermate syndrome (sometimes referred to as littermate dependency) is a blanket term for a variety of behavioral problems in dogs, which are attributed to their being raised alongside other dogs of the same age (regardless of whether they are actually from the same litter).

in the old country, they used to say that twins were cursed from birth; more than one person but less than two.

The existence of littermate syndrome is disputed.

q: do you think your identity as an older sister informs your writing?

Behaviors which have been connected to littermate syndrome include leash reactivity, fear aggression, neophobia, and separation anxiety relative to the other dog,[1] as well as aggression towards each other and towards their owner.[2]

a: yes; my own identity has always been defined in terms of others. even my inner monologue is didactic. instead of saying "okay, i'm gonna go grab milk and eggs," i say "okay, we're going to grab milk and eggs." who's we? my little sister. always. she's always there even when she's not.

they will ask you in the same roundabout way of crying where you have been for the last seven years and our parents will thank anyone but you on national television for your safe return and you will lie to their faces.
you will not mention that house.
nor will you mention me.
i will forgive you, always.
i am here, waiting.
fox Apr 26
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
those are one and the same
fox Apr 19
you keep me on a tight leash
2 shots to the heart and 1 for the head
you only really needed one
fox Apr 19
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.
somewhat edited transcript of a conversation between myself and my girlfriend
fox Nov 2024
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.
fox Oct 2024
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
who's afraid of modern art?
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