a bunch of word vomit

writings that aren’t fanfiction. raw & emotional. any pictures posted are taken from my phone/film camera. (cover pic is katsuki). 18+

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Heartbeats

you sleep on my chest to  only sleep in sync with my lullaby

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whispers

heart empty as the mournful  cry of the raven

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got a EAP magnet poetry set. had to test it out.

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muezzin

she sits by the window every day, her shrill cries never getting the right attention. the small village surrounding the king’s castle assumed her broken cries were from an angry goddess, so peasants made the trek to offer her tower-shrine stacks of hay, just deceased still-borns, butchered cattle.

by morning, when the king’s cane strikes her once more across her bosom, the elite send more slaves of theirs bearing gifts to the weeping goddess who cries for attention, not prayers.

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Cherry Red Prostitute

the lipstick lay in the grove of the window.

the next Whore to sit next to the window

might Need it.

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wife

the person’s form was soft, almost as if their husband had molded them with play-doh as a child. it was almost motherly; their wide, plush hips, a curvy frame that allowed their breasts to form as small buds, their blush-pink nipples always perky.

their husband loved them. he wanted them softer. more motherly. more wife.

their voice was sweet and thick, like an old molasses. eyes a pretty algae green hue, just resting on the surface of their peachy skin. honey gold hair fell just above their shoulders, never picked up, always parted down the middle impeccably.

‘my friends think you’re just the nanny. that my real wife travels,’ husband comments as he watches them clean after their filling dinner.

‘they would change their perspective on you if they knew.’

husband takes a sharp breath through his teeth, knowing they don’t like speaking about this. instead, he turns from his perch on the couch to move behind them, peppering kisses around their small shoulders. ‘i don’t care what they think, if they don’t like it then they can go fuck themselves.’

they let out a hearty laugh, pausing their washing to face their husband. ‘the world’s a lot more accepting now if you told them i’m your husband.’

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crazy

‘it’s not normal… i think,’ he starts, facing the blank-faced psychiatrist. ‘thinking with voices? that can’t be nor—‘

‘sir, i think you’re overthinking this again.’ they cleared their throat, the room fell silent as he shut himself up. ’it’s definitely odd, but no one is truly normal in today’s definition of normal.’

‘would it be… am i—?’ he didn’t finish his question. the specific word bubbled a bomb of emotions in his chest, he choked on his words. 

the voices are coming back.

he starts again, a heavy swallow and a clearing of his throat. ‘would i need anti-psychotics?’

the doctor raises an eyebrow, somewhat taken aback by his question before quickly putting on the constant stone face. maybe the eyebrow was his imagination. 

‘we won’t put you on anything yet, this is only our second meeting. we would need to consult with your family first, since you aren’t capable of making your own decisions.’

the man froze. ‘oh… yeah… i forgot about that. do you have mom’s number?’

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Thoughts from Them

“I’m not an arsonist,” I reassure Them. 

I only want to burn myself,

I keep the thought in my head.

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Ex’s Never Sent Messages #1

i really regret not picking you sometimes. you were (and are still) really special to me... and i can’t help but think i squandered something whenever i talk to you. it sucks, but it’s what it is now. i’m more than happy that you’re my friend... but i feel i’ll always be left yearning for something more.

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Windy Days

The clouds never stay over me enough to watch me write something.

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Flirty

“You’d look cute on a bike,” he says.

What to say, What to say...

“Oh, thanks. Swag,” I respond.

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Bus Route

I hope the Bus doesn’t get a stomach bug from eating all those nasty corner Curbs.

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One Night Stand

Your purrs lull me to

sleep, yet in the Mornings

You’re never by My side.

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burning pile (an arsonist’s demise)

falling in love

the flame petite on her match, watching her thin fingers line up the wick of the annoyingly sweet candle. he watched excitedly, the fire transferred seamlessly and she shook her hand to make sure the match’s share went out. 

she smiled brightly, blinding him momentarily. her face brightened with her own embarrassed fire, locking eyes sheepishly with his own before turning away.

his heart burned as she smiled, lighting him up.

falling in hatred

she watched as the man behind her followed her gaze to her hand, the slight predatory smile growing on his unkept face. she lit the candle easily, quickly shaking off the match’s flame before locking eyes with him. 

she turned away, feeling alit with embarrassment. he must’ve thought she was being flirtatious.

she wanted to burn his heart, watching his permanent smile turn to dust as she walked away.

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New Normal

I can’t seem to wrap my mind around the Sense of Time.

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(dis)Association

it feels like a dream, pinch me.

The trees wave Hello, yet my mind says it’s windy.

it feels like a nightmare, pinch me.

my body feels  weird, like I’ve only lived here today.

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Stalker

even in the  darkest of days They follow me.