I Know You Do Not Exist

first visible animal of dusk, whose antlers maim the stars, break off pieces of their longing shapes sends them scattering to earth, so full of omission no one is allowed to pass, there is no deep shelter there is only the ore-wear of hunger, time’s burrowing, the ways in which our desires beget us 

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.

Umm, Hello!

If you somehow wound up on this one, please consider heading on to the sideblog, which is actually being updated:

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I don't know, maybe I'll start doing something here in the future?

everything’s moving too fast

it feels like most days, i’m

standing still, observing the 

movement as it blurs past

my tired vision.

~K.T.

echoes of life

make themselves known 

beneath the wave of madness.

i am reaching out to the bodies

and hoping they have not been 

crushed under all the weight.

~K.T.

Water Torture

drip Her symptoms accumulate drip into a small puddle of worry drip that trembles with every drip that hits drip Light shatters on the bro- drip ken surface drip Darkness growing below it drip I don't cry drip That's a lie drip My tears only drip down to deepen the pool drip

drip Every day the drip of rain drip Nobody knows drip the pain she's in drip She swims drip light headed drip hardly sleeping drip hasn't eaten in days drip Blood count goes up drip and down drip A scan of an enlarged drip spleen drip She's finding it hard drip to breathe drip

drip The doctor is dissmisive drip The doctor is rude drip The doctor is drip unavailable drip We're googling symptoms drip we hope we're wrong drip The water is rising drip I hope she's strong drip She waits drip and I hope drip I hope drip I hope drip

drip She vomits drip she bleeds drip she cries drip and it's just another drip in the end- drip less freezing drip expanse of drip sea

I'm going to asphyxiate xdddd

An authentic experience of me, reading the Silmarillion for the first time, trying to imagine what Melkor looks like:

Me: If the Ainur can choose how their fanar appear, then I bet he'd go for something physically intimidating... Tall, then. Most likely wierdly white-gray pale, too...

Me: Long, dark hair... Dressed in black robes, ooh! What if they pool at his feet when he stands, so it's kind of like he's emerging from a puddle of darkness... and... hmm.

Me: Why does this sound... familiar? W-who does it remind me of...?

Me: ...wait.

I am so sorry.

cut short

I like flowers. For funerals and celebrations. Dead and alive. I like the earth. How it heals and harms. A dangerous home. I like space. Forever expanding away from me. I become smaller by the day, by the second. I like myself.

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

always shut doors and open windows, why the chill breeze  on my back - i can’t bear all this fresh opportunity streaming blue, screaming who are you to refuse a calling? consider this a push into further than can be seen, for cold feet and hot hands  busy with potential, view so wide it can’t be contained by panes split straight and squared, lines drawn and crossed, your leaving a threshold like a question still standing and abandoned, another empty frame