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Repentance isn't a feeling word

Actions are the
dispensations separated
by cross , tomb and resurrection

So aches the heart to know
of what or where
or perhaps most ardently
. . . when .

When will I see you again ?
Revenant - a person who has returned from the dead or long absence .
clawed my way
up and out,
****** and
exhausted,
just for the ground
to give out
beneath me.
Jot was the mischievous one , bending the truth to suit .

While Tittle stamped their point over the head of truth .
Jot - tiny variations in the spelling of words . Iota .
Tittle - the dot over the letters I and j .
I love to walk through cemeteries
reading all the stones.

Not the names so much
as the stories that are told.

I really like the old ones
where the live oaks grow.

And the dead lie in shaded
gardens planted all in rows.

Marble angels look towards heaven,
with weathered wings and robes.

stone cherubs represent nameless babies
from a hundred years ago.

Fine cut pillars of the hardest stone,
mark graves of rich men who died alone.

and in the farthest corners
the small cement stones.

barely readable names
of people no one knows.

But the soil is no worse
here than it is over there.

And the angel in the center
just pretends to cry.

Honestly, she doesn't care.
There is a tiny cemetery across the street from my driveway it's a family cemetery. the family owned a plantation years ago most of the stones are the same last name except for a few in the corner which are just unmarked pieces of slate.  I was told these were graves of some of the house slaves.
Servant and Master all share the same place in the end!
 May 28 Thomas W Case
Sora
Lovely little liars
Sing your songs to Me
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me who to be

Tell me that I'm perfect
And I'm beautiful and sweet
take away this bitterness
That people see in me


Teach me all your secret spells
That armour up the mind
Let me in your world of strength
And see what I can find

Lovely little liars
Show your polished teeth
Teach me how to smile through
This poisoned mask of grief

Teach me how to bottle up
The feelings I can't say
Teach me how to be so bright
I'll never fade to grey



Lovely little liars
Won't you use your words for good?
I bet it'd take your heart of steel
And soften it to wood

Won't you pass the torch to me
I'll set it all alight
The warmth you'll feel
The light you'll see
Will fill you with delight

.....

Lovely little liars
Won't you sing to me
Let me feel the weight of love
In your melodies

Let me feel your soul grow light
And See your eyes begin to glitter
As the life restores behind your face
Renewed,
You'll be a winner
💖💖💖
Velvet echoes in these faded places,
Plastic smiles on porcelain faces.
Whiskey tears in crystal glasses,
Dead-eyed queens and faded masses.
And it’s eerie, but oh, it’s sweet;
My dying dreams feel most complete.
Masking my hurt behind the glamour,
No more dawn and no forever.
Hard to voice, too numb to break,
I'm dancing in circles putting the F in ache…
 May 28 Thomas W Case
fox
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.
Trembling leaves stand out,
Yellow amongst the green-

First to expire in heat,
They tremble and fall
Decondensed,
Brittle dry harbingers

Of an early Autumn,
Chill borne on North
Sea breeze

This sunny Summer morn
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