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Literature
reconnoiter
i.
she was
drunk on fire
and tight-lipped missives
and let her thighs
fly off
the tip of
his tongue
she crossed her own resolve
and let it lie
in the corner
next to eyeliner
and clipped drums
the pound
of flesh
in selective spectacle
edging out
the fear
of excess
replacing it
with dear haze
and dress
ii.
his mouth gushed
with the rush
of platelets
lush from
the cut
in his makeshift aegis
a handful
of dumb phrases
plastered on
his steering wheel,
dangerous
he closed his eyes
to escape
and found aches
his hammered hull
had never
tasted
he was wasted
on sheer page
and stress
iii.
at an ornate pace
they rest
Literature
memento
as i chain your ether
between what is surreal
and what is true
i will unravel you
like chiffon in remnants of
mother's pearl earrings and
chanel bottles of perfume
like father's aged black
leather box of dominoes and
snakes and ladders
you will hold a keepsake
of me, too
Literature
proprioception
she claims
that you can spot virginity in the curve
of the hips.
i tell her
you can't see chastity in the way
the ilium crests, unless you fucked hard enough
to break it.
she smiles,
shows me the bruises carved into her bones,
traces the way his fingers held her-
what if you're already broken
to begin with?
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To start Feburary, is another collaboration, haha! This time with the lovely StarlightComet! She was needed some inspiration and so we finally got to work on this piece together. All credit goes to her for the title and this was really nice to write with Kristen-- and if you don't know who she is, please go check her out. She's great.
If you fave my version please fave hers!
If you fave my version please fave hers!
anathemarazor blades placed on rungs
scalpel soles until
her feet s(t)ung
and she can't help
but bite her tongue
and bleed like the bottom
of her lacerated feet
until she reaches the top
to lie in the bed of candles--
these are nightmares on wax.
her seared skin sheds itself
in scraps along the metal,
makes itself at home beside
the abandoned prayers
and the puddle of blurred
memories.
and as the surface
becomes antiquated,
she lies over the flame,
letting the heat
burrow itself in her flesh
like acid decay
in her clenching teeth.
only when her muscles scream
in silent desperation does she
rise and drag her carcass
to the straight-backed chair
nailed to the floor in front
of a vanity.
Mature
ยฉ 2015 - 2024 chromeantennae
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