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Arachnids and TaxidermyMy hands shake as this house endures me, endures the fumes that I cannot live without. My heart jumps as it tries to run me out, as sudden movements give birth to the most inhumane of noises and artificial eyes all tell me the same inhumane artificial thing. The words are starting to get to me, your unreal but so, so convincing shapes are promising me that I must be doing something. Something, wrong and important and damaging, but something so unforgettably good. And through this war, I’m glad, I’m glad you’re not here and that I am alone and that you are not. You should forget, deserve to forget.Arachnids and Taxidermy
by ~neonbleach
The MountainThere’s a certain point in time when it would be best simply to stop, but how could I possibly lock myself from this mind that’s been created,The Mountain
from this centipede that I allowed to grow into a moth, a moth the size of a museum, a mountain, an ocean?
A moth that seems so alluringly like a dragonfly I remember its creation. I remember that it warned me, it screamed that it would grow its wings and antennae and long spindly legs that do nothing for us. I let it out, or perhaps in, because I hoped it might provide a comfort.
For those with dearly departed, for those who let out fanged insects and i
by ~neonbleach
Lock and KeyThe more things happen, the more they stay behind, and the more I’m crying, and the more the stairs are sinking down.Lock and Key
But everybody has their reasons. All the girls have secret fires that make them love and feel and create themselves as models of the sun, so like the twirling galaxies; they tango at the start, they fall like leaves and rocks and falling stars after the twelfth year. And all the boys have secret demons that make them grow their vines and spines, that make them make enemies with monsters and assassins and everything that’s stronger than what they’ve had to face; they rage like storms at the cores of
by ~neonbleach
WhenWhen you can’t sleep in the night, know you aren’t alone. Drowning deep in purples and in greens, and evaporating through the scars that have become your lungs; I know it stings, I know how it feels. There’s the knowledge of cities and freedom, butterflies and redwood forests, action and cold pure change; but I know it’s getting more and more opaque, I know how you can’t breathe without choking on fibers of yarn, on the rubber that sticks to the undersides of lids of jars, on all the acid that pours out of all the living sleepers.When
I know your eyes are dividing and subdividing into pinpri
by ~neonbleach
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