Writing Stuff When You Don't Have A Full Picture Yet Is Fun.

Thoughts like koi flop from

a stranger's wishing well mouth,

toxic with copper.

I feel like more people should see this.

Burn away my cache of lies to make room for your butterlies Flora grows, fruit will bloom in what I had built to be a tomb

Spin me left, dip me right. Dance with me into the night.

and when we stop to rest our eyes, your heartbeat will be my lulaby

the field is not infinite - do you remember when I realized? spacious nowheres torn by the heft of nameless graves - mountains, body-made, bloating beneath the sun - there is no protection from the world, it is something that happens to you -

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.

It's really not urgent

You have all the time in the world

Your last seconds

Will be the eternity

Inside a nibless

Fountain pen

Sauron: *looking into Pippin’s mind through the Palantir*

Sauron: the fuck is this

Words all jammed together.

No room in your mouth

for all your heart's burdens,

they spill out. A red mess.

There is no vacancy in me,

empty as I am. 

I have no price.

You can't stay.

You long so deeply, as if it alone could pull you, yet your will remains untouched, motionless. For desire stirs the mind, but only the will moves the body.

There is a hidden softness to the winter, though, like the underbelly of an old matted cat.

Fragile Animals, Genevieve Jagger