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the sleeper... riled in slumber          her face fevered      cussed about the terrain                                      of a floral breeding   bedding patterns and the print                                         bunched in struggles in smudges                      an amateur trial with sisters makeup      primal cosmetics             make a mock                     daubed                                 ceremony for slumber dusty and museum are her dollworks         an amphitheatre audience                                  overlooming her berth     flaunting the gallery shelves                 sustained expressionist menace Roman eyes and Victorian ridicule stuffed suffering with Ugly Duckling down ****** sawdust and your sullied label they bray and they brawl          and they sluice their gull gall     a sick drizzle        over the sleepers form    from the exterior   wild wails the weather its being      drubbing   peers fragile at the windowpane a raid on this vulnerable sleeper impounded in bedroom aloft raised to meet the jet stream she is fumbled in dreams...   abraded adolescent swells judder out figments   a bleed of vandals      siling her muted childhood        parading the playground           berating old          once loved playthings        adopting no sympathy     adapting in favour       of the wild riding will         of the direful pre familiar into the woods... a ***** charmed breath        dressed smartly as boy stoppers her pathway        insisting a gentleman's assistance frustrates her recitations       of grandmothers doting            stern teachings          like fragile pottery             come to harm          broken into teeth the quick blood beating        this nocturnal forest      busy in heat       bonding death        to refract the hustling moon a company of wolves     fill out the clearing not a spell too soon their howls reverberate              jeering mocking their new glut sifting followers       from the raggle-taggle array of fools the foolish dreamers           rounded up amongst them she stands red dressed and nervous one hand clasping                   and sexing the other fortified a great jaw operates here an excited irresponsible mastication committed to this fairytale ...agitation in her sleep
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
Mastication (a meander)
the sleeper... riled in slumber          her face fevered      cussed about the terrain                                      of a floral breeding   bedding patterns and the print                                         bunched in struggles in smudges                      an amateur trial with sisters makeup      primal cosmetics             make a mock                     daubed                                 ceremony for slumber dusty and museum are her dollworks         an amphitheatre audience                                  overlooming her berth     flaunting the gallery shelves                 sustained expressionist menace Roman eyes and Victorian ridicule stuffed suffering with Ugly Duckling down ****** sawdust and your sullied label they bray and they brawl          and they sluice their gull gall     a sick drizzle        over the sleepers form    from the exterior   wild wails the weather its being      drubbing   peers fragile at the windowpane a raid on this vulnerable sleeper impounded in bedroom aloft raised to meet the jet stream she is fumbled in dreams...   abraded adolescent swells judder out figments   a bleed of vandals      siling her muted childhood        parading the playground           berating old          once loved playthings        adopting no sympathy     adapting in favour       of the wild riding will         of the direful pre familiar into the woods... a ***** charmed breath        dressed smartly as boy stoppers her pathway        insisting a gentleman's assistance frustrates her recitations       of grandmothers doting            stern teachings          like fragile pottery             come to harm          broken into teeth the quick blood beating        this nocturnal forest      busy in heat       bonding death        to refract the hustling moon a company of wolves     fill out the clearing not a spell too soon their howls reverberate              jeering mocking their new glut sifting followers       from the raggle-taggle array of fools the foolish dreamers           rounded up amongst them she stands red dressed and nervous one hand clasping                   and sexing the other fortified a great jaw operates here an excited irresponsible mastication committed to this fairytale ...agitation in her sleep
Inspired by the movie version of The Company Of Wolves Sile = Strain OR filter
neth-jones
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
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