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1 whole year of telling lemonade to go fuck itself…

I am pleased to announce that today is my blogiversary! Holy fucking Christ... I made it through a year!! If you wanna check out my first post you can, right... here! So, if you don't know, the reason I started this blog was to help myself heal the wounds given to me by another... and… Continue reading 1 whole year of telling lemonade to go fuck itself…

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happily drowning, we

Our sweet dream world Where we, the wild things, are Wolves in people clothing Monsters are we The sky above us is black Like our hearts Although moonlight filters through the trees Shining down onto our changing, writhing bodies Witches are we We do not wish to go We eat each other up Devouring every… Continue reading happily drowning, we

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horrors, like spiders

Spirit me away Under the fence And into the woods beyond Our sweet dream world Through the cobweb fog we run My hand in your hand But you do not force me I am not dragged There are dangers ahead But you hold me close Whisper sweetness into my ears Telling me if we die,… Continue reading horrors, like spiders

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phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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pretty little horrors

I want you to know something. I need you to know something... My feelings towards you are so strong. I want you to know that I think about you... I think about doing things to you... to your body... Bad things... Naughty things... Sometimes... I think about killing you... murdering you... taking the life from… Continue reading pretty little horrors

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best part even

Missing you Like the shadows miss the night I'm coming for you Hunting you Are you hunting me? Spiderwebs Like secret messages woven Dangling just out of reach Journeys are the best part Even if the destination is unknown You haunt me in the most delicious ways Future ghost Not Christmas but Halloween The patience… Continue reading best part even

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Just call me a serial killer

Removing your skin like clothes, gently Tearing away Tearing apart your blood is my wine and I drink deeply Sinking my teeth into your still warm flesh Don't you worry I will have my fill of you You filling me The way to a man's heart is straight through his rib cage I have no… Continue reading Just call me a serial killer

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Yet…

I miss the way you look when you are staring at something you love The awe in your eyes The gentle curve of an alomst-smile on your lips Your brow smooth, worryless. Me: Sally You: Jack I miss your gentle touch The way you gather me up in your arms... Me: a dandelion seed You:… Continue reading Yet…