Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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The fever is back it chews at my sleep
I wake in a daze drenched
I don’t know what causes it it comes and goes but
I don’t know why it comes anymore
I thought I had an answer
I feel so cold
But it can’t possibly be what I tried to hold
The reasoning behind it
Who knows
But that’s as far as I’m going to go because I can’t escape it
It’s just part of my life
Another reason
I have to be alone at night.
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You always know the answer to their tricks and turns
You see their lies and unravel their doctrines
I hate doctrines
You whisper flitting about like a frustrated bat
A kiss to the cheek
The best thing about you, I say, is that I can lie to you.
And you don’t care
He’s chuckling
Coming close and leaning in
Of course
I don’t do
That hypocritical bullshit
It’s so sad all the witches get painted like satanists
Saturn
He mutters to himself
When the depths of the magic come from a time older hundreds of years older thousands of years older
Than the false god and Christ himself.
Can’t we all get along?
A whisper
Yes
If we cut out the sickness
The cause of all this
You catch it every time he whispers
My ears are ringing because it’s the wrong time
No one on top
No one beneath
The way I approach them on even feet
I don’t play supplication
Unless I have a safe word
He laughs
And we continue watching their silliness.
It is outrageous.
But they won’t notice.
Keeping in mind
Keeping in mind
That Lucifer fell
Not for hate of mortals
He was cast to hell
For looking away from the “one god”
To the people
Who He hated.
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The spider queen visited me in a dream
She and her two daughters
They were in a cage
Her face was displayed
They scared me,
But by the end I was talking to them like friends they were my
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I stood at the window separating me from mother
They said
She can be human
That she had been made that way but could be
That her daughters were human in a way
I cried wanting to be on the other side
For some reason she was my mother too she told me
I felt longing I’ve only felt awake for something that could never be
I wanted her to have human arms to hold me
She
Her children
I’ve never been visited by Aztecs.
But I knew they were coming.
They’ve been calling me for weeks.
I’m not sacrificing the nobility to her
But
In her mind
They should be sacrificing to her
The privilege
Of being on top
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I wish he could hear me
I wish he could see me
I wish I knew that I love him
I wish he could know that no matter what she says I love him
I wish he could know that I’ll be beside him regardless forever
I wish he could understand that my love for him doesn’t make me possessive, because I know I’m not his.
I just want him to know he’s loved.
I just wish he knew how much I love him.
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Telling the story exposes the wound
Held out for the reaction
Salt or a bandaid
The unlikelihood of sutures
Sometimes you tell the story
And the wound is exposed
And silence follows
And there it sits open to air and dust
Festering
Infected
And the roses are blooming in fall and you give him a look and he say
I fucking told you roses and I will make them
I’m not sure that’s healthy
But it made me smile
Sometimes
They have to interfere because no one is willing to help me here
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I wish I could escape from this.
Waking up in my body.
My body wants me to lie on the ground and never get up again.
My body wants me to stop using my hands and my legs.
I wake up and feel like
All the dreams were me awake doing things.
But if it’s not dreams it’s a blink until morning
And I feel the same
I feel the same every day
My clothes are too heavy
Things touching me hurt
I want to escape this
I’m so tired of being broken
I’m so tired
Everything hurts
I’m so tired
I wish I could sleep