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trick or treat!

“Centennial Means 500 Years of Genocide!” by Ricardo Favela (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)

The aforementioned @jonnywaistcoat post ⬇️

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Metallic petrichor grows into my lungs

As reverse-aged wine flows into a blood sea.

Trauma stains the Earth,

Unresolved cruelty bleeding

Into the forest floor.

The moss cannot process fast enough,

Becoming a crimson-dyed carpet,

Sponging out vermillion blood.

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 1

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Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson

Just me, God, and the ants

One on my ankle, one on my shoe

I’m sure I’m getting eat up

Oh well

There are worse things that bite

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Dead horse, what have you done?

Traumatized into complacency,

Sat down,

Allowed to continue the charade.

Bloated carcass,

Needing to decompose

To nurture something—someone—anew.

digital collage, 2024 ft. acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018

Hallway (warning: horror, death, blood, gore, violence)

The PA system boomed

“They’ve made it into the school.

Lock and barricade your current room.”

I was in the hallway.

A stampede of bodies arose,

Living turning to dead to decompose.

Frightened and running through pools,

Slipping on blood in the hallway.

Beings crammed behind doors,

Quasi train cars as hopeful shields from doom.

Fearful faces cowered from windows,

Hiding from monsters in the hallway.

The growls approached.

The claws made their presence known.

Limbs and organs covered the floor.

The monsters were hungry for more than those in the hallway.

Happy National Poetry Month!

Poetry recs:

“On Meeting a Stranger in a Bookshop” by Oscar Williams

“Clean Socks” by Anna Kate Stanley

“14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by Doc Luben

“2AM, and the Rabbinical Students Stand in their Bathrobes” by Yehoshua November

“I Remembered” by Sara Teasdale

“a poem to all the dead things” by Ava (@amethyst.hour on Instagram)

“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

“I want to see the tulips in Holland.” by @byrdieprose

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 2

after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)

Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.

Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,

Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.

Chiseled hands over carved wood,

Sinew-plucked strings.

They would never draw blood.

Winter is a minimalist,

Warmed by our roseate love,

Thawed anew.

GAD

Makko-powdered ether—

Floral-membraned leather

Etherizes my heather.

Brain filling up with lies,

Sidereal eyes

Highlight my cracked smile.

Undermine my sanity,

Earthquake my gaze;

Plagiarize the quality

My cerebrum behaves.

Lovers

Velvet blood coursing through intertwining paths

Supported by ebony pillars of bone

Supporting us in dance.

Your tender flesh, your cradling warmth

Clasped around my waist

Like it was made for your hands to rest on.

My limbs hung over your shoulders, around your neck

Like a garland made to grace your collar,

Pull you closer,

Hold us together, lovers.